Rachel, 16. I can’t really tell you who I am, because I’m still trying to figure that out myself.

I am fond of books, iced tea, cardigans, mascara, art history, Harry Potter, pandas, and that hazy state that lies between waking and sleeping.

“There is an ache in my heart for the imagined beauty of a life I haven’t had, from which I had been locked out, and it never goes away.” — Robert Goolrick