She never saw the way she wormed into her heart. The way she broke down an impenetrable wall of mortar and spit with one beaming smile. The way she filled her heart with liquid warmth, overflowing in quarts and pints and liters.
Time moves so slowly during the stagnancy of summer, but as soon as you start to have fun, it flies by. What is going on with you? You’re being so dramatic.
I want to be an artist. I want to act and connect onstage. I want to write stories that will make people laugh and cry and scream in horror.
Hi, I’m Isa. I’m seventeen years old, I’m an actress, I live in southern Florida and I hate seafood, baked potatoes and olives. (Is that enough?)