Jenerally speaking.
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Jen Murillo. 20.
Columbus, OH/NYC District Connecticut, Colombia.
I have a photography state of mind & I am ridiculously in love with art.

"Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat."
-When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating (via rawfuel)

Why is it that whenever I’m suddenly not all smiles and shits people take it personally and then unnecessary drama starts. why can’t someone just be selfless and think “Wow jen isn’t acting like herself I’m going to be a good friend to her and listen to her and for once be there for her?” But nope everything revolves around everyone else. 


You live in the back of my throat. Folded up there. A memento.
Your scent. Your memory. Muted and momentary. Heavy. The smell of sleep. Reminiscent. Bittersweet.
Once I laid my head on you. Inhaled to match your rhythm. As if somehow that’d bind us close together indelibly.
You live in my cavities. Empty spaces of my body. Your voice. Your memory. Planted deep. A pit inside me.

Have listened to this song 1000 times today

My anxiety is getting so bad I just woke myself up from a nap shaking and in a pool of sweat. And now I can’t go back to sleep.

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