my name is phoebe. i’m 24 going on 85. intersectional feminist and introvert who cares a whole lot about people even if i pretend i’m a hard ass. by day, i work with survivors of domestic violence and sexual assault. by night…i’m too damn tired to anything so i’m in bed by 9pm.
i write away the pain and towards happiness. sometimes i don’t write for months. sometimes i write three times in one day. sometimes my writing is absolute poop. sometimes i impress myself. i’m just one big mystery wrapped inside a bitch (i can’t take credit for this line, i stole it from one tree hill).