my name is christina and i’m 17 years old. i write sometimes. i’m trying to get back into drawing and painting and music. i really like cats and indie movies and snow and coffee. the ocean, the sky, bones, and breathing. i like walking through the rain in chicago and hoodies. there’s a nomadic sense of madness running through my veins that makes me helplessly in love with the world. i want to make my life into artwork. sometimes i think i was born with sadness in my blood. i don’t know if i’ll ever be content with my life but i’m the happiest i’ve ever been.
this is the story of how one day things got better.
i don’t really know what i’m doing anymore i’m just kind of making it up as i go along and hoping for the best.