I am Kelley, and I am so silly.
22, supremely gorgeous, Creative Writing student and a brother of Kappa Kappa Psi at the University of South Florida. You're about to witness a lot of Sylvia Plath & Virginia Woolf worship, along with a little bit of feminist self-glorification whisked together at a moderate speed .
Does anyone else sometimes feel
Like if there’s nothing to distract you from all of the nothing around you that the weight of the world and the universe it’s in are all sitting In a sharp point on top of your chest?
I feel my prime Sylvia Plath years coming on strong.