we are lost

hey frens!
i’m sure you all heard that eight second song clip twenty one pilots released last night.
i almost cried when i listened to it for the first time.

i thought i would share some photos i took a few days ago, that, after hearing the clip, i took another look at them and saw them in a new way.

(ahhhhh the hiatus might be over on friday!!!)

scared of my own image, scared of my own immaturity, scared of my own ceiling, fear might be the death of me, fear leads to anxiety, don’t know what’s inside of me
doubt – twenty one pilots


you say things with your moth cobwebs and flies come out
lovely – twenty one pilots


take me up, seal the door, i don’t want to march here anymore. i realize that this line is dead, so i’ll follow you instead.
march to the sea – twenty one pilots


where we’re from, there’s no sun, our hometown’s in the dark. where we’re
from, we’re no one
hometown – twenty one pilots


the windowsill looks really nice, right? you think twice about your life, it probably happens at night, right? fight it, take the pain, ignite it
holding on to you – twenty one pilots


why won’t you let me go? do i threaten all your plans, i’m insignificant
ode to sleep – twenty one pilots

tbh, twenty one pilots isn’t just even music for me anymore. they were the first band i got into that makes music that really means something. there has to be a reason truce is the only thing that can make me fall asleep when i wake up at 2 a.m.


i love you all very much, you’re so important to me.
remember to drink water, take your meds, and brush your teeth.

stay alive




i know where you stand,
silent in the trees
trees, twenty øne piløts

my feet will sink, along with my soul
as i walk, trying to find home

its hard to conceal what’s inside
i find i have everything to hide

the trees seem tall enough to scratch the sky
i could climb to the top and away i could fly

I wanted to be a better daughter
but i feel as dirty as the water

i went to the park by my house after it rained to capture some photos.
there was no one else there.
gray days seem to clear my mind.

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