coffee and the universe

I kind of suck at intros, so lets skip that bit.

i’m usually a tea drinker(china black is my preference) but my mom wanted
to take me, my sister, and my brother out for coffee.

hazelnut latte

that was basically my whole day.
after we were done with the lattes, we surveyed a board with numerous
business cards tacked onto it.
(i can’t remember the word for it.)

my brother had finished his coffee by then

i’ve been thinking a lot about the universe recently.
it’s hard to comprehend its infiniteness and boundlessness.
and then to think it’s Creator has no beginning and will have no end.
i’m left feeling like a falling star,
just a tiny speck, soon to fade out of existence.

i’ll leave you with that thought.

stay alive





hey, i’m jenny.
i’m writing here in hopes that i can stop myself from going insane in the
rare event that i have some free time on my hands.

first thing you should know about me:
i try too hard and I like twenty øne piløts too much.

i’m a dancer(ballet and modern) and i play the ukulele.
or i like to say that i do, but i’m still learning.
jenny on the ukulele
this is where i will write my life and my stories.

stay alive