The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity—it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.
My personal posts are endless. I delete them after a wile but yes, hi.
I’m Camila. This is my sixteenth year and I like books more than people. I never know where I’m standing and uncertainty tortures me. I’m a Modern Languages major. I’m always in distress but I’m trying to keep going.
I like green and tulips and keychains and snow.
I also love Conor Oberst and Julio Cortazar.
