She's godexquisite.
Conversations with Desiree and Grace, individually and together, make me feel raw and unveiled. Make them seem that way too.
9am in the school library with a thick Economics textbook in front of me turned to a page I didn't even peek at. My head on the table, falling asleep yet never really able to. Colossal clouds like heaven's beside us.
I think we're all alive, somehow.