The World Is Quiet Here
Jessica. Twenty-three. Pursuing theatre in Chicago, left my heart in San Francisco. I live for the Christmas season, trips to Disneyland and golden retriever puppies. I would sell my soul for a jar of peanut butter.
when I eventually write my pair of memoirs “Being A Person Is Stupid And Hard” & “But Everything About Being Alive Is Hilarious,” this chapter of my...
i can only work on the short story i’m writing for a half hour at a time because it’s so uncomfortable to write. my fiction professor always said to...
just now getting out of rehearsal… now it’s time to write a million press night follow ups for my other theatre job
I’m trying to sound whiny about...
This song. My jam.
Tattoo idea: Morning Comes