Kristina, 22. East Coast. "Tonight, there are people here who are in love, who are touching each other for the first time. It is beautiful like demolition. In the flashing lights, we turn our faces upward, our cheeks so shiny that our tears could be mistaken for glitter." @sleepykristina
You’re twenty-one or twenty-nine and your heart’s been broken somewhere between four and twenty times—fetal-position-on-the-bathroom-floor broken, real-country-music broken—and you don’t know how you can ever be expected to go on like this for fifty more years and change.
Jade Sylvan, from “You Know How Sometimes You’re in Your Twenties in America”