Author: Jessica

who do you love? me, or the idea of me.


What is love and what is merely a fantasy? That my friends is the question I’ve been wresting with lately, and I’ll tell you why: Over the years I’ve come to discover that I am a perfect candidate for sad men to project their delusional fantasies of women onto. They flock to me because I’m nice, I’m pretty, I’m approachable, I smile a lot, and I’m always on the move; never planning to stay in […]

language / life lessons

Thoughts / Travel

Hey there wonderful humans! As many of you may know, I spent just over six and a half months traveling through Mexico and Guatemala this winter, having the time of my freeking life, eating my weight in refried beans, and communicating mostly with hand signals and broken Spanglish. Towards the end of my time in Latin America I decided to travel to Guatemala to take some Spanish classes (and live with a Spanish-only speaking family) […]

words / 15


Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that, but simply growth. We are happy when we are growing. William Butler Yeats

the women inside of me have big summer plans


Hiiiii! Last year I wrote a post titled “the women inside of me” where I made up, named, and described the personalities of four women I dress like on a daily basis. It got a little weird (in the best way possible), and as it turns out, I continue to subconsciously dress like these women even today. So! Because that was so much fun, and I have a very small window of time where my […]

the journey to feeling human again after returning home from travel

Thoughts / Travel

1 week before you leave: you’re the happiest, most beautiful, and most free you’ve ever felt… while spontaneously bursting into tears at odd and inappropriate times. 2 days before you leave: you have random mini panic attacks interspersed with feeling really excited about all the food you’re about to eat and clothes you’re going to wear when you get home. on the plane home: you’re binge eating crackers and trail mix, binge listening to nostalgic […]