my name is actually jessie, but i have a habit of going by harlee. i'm eighteen years old, i live in the incredibly dreadful sunshine state, and i have way too much time on my hands. i'm basically always ill, too poetic and wordy when it comes to my writing style, but it's the only thing i've learned to love with all my heart in this world. i like many things, but i despise more than i adore; it's a major flaw of mine.
i really like female musicians & i'm currently dying for white collar to come back. i'm tall enough to be a model but the idea of the industry actually sickens me more than you'll ever know. nevertheless i spend my time drooling over flawless faces, yearning to travel anywhere i can, perfecting my talent for writing, and watching way too many things as a way of procrastination. I'm also slowly learning to like myself & that's pretty big.