Wet Love Letters

My heart and soul bleeding onto paper. My tongue tied thoughts spread into ink. Stories of love, loss, strength, hope, death, survival. The journal of a mentally bruised and emotionally filled soul.

A book filled with the words I could never say, buy always write. A door that opens the truth within me. Words that hopefully guide you in some way, anyway. That move a lost soul. That wrap you in comfort, sadness, happiness, strength. Something. Anything.

I'm a mess. A 24 year old lost in words and my passions. A constant contradiction. A lover of the moon, animals, romance, and tragedy. A bad habit of romanticizing my weaknesses. I believe I was put here to speak the words of my soul, and feed my emotions with my truths. An advocate for mental illness awareness as well as wildlife awareness. You'll never forget me. My books are kisses for the broken, forgotten, loveless, heartless, weak, strong, and hopeful.