After seeing this post, I found this off of NOUN.simple white ceramic letters.
I had to have it, because you see...
I am.
"I held a moment in my hand, brilliant as a star,
fragile as a flower..." - Hazel Lee
and did not even know it.
it was a beautiful beautiful memorial.
From the very beginning, the first thing i KNEW about Jess was her passion for music. Lyrics are sacred. She belongs in the woodstock era and her dream job is to write for Rolling Stone. She already made one dream of hers come true, to be a Radio DJ.


She is my small town country girl who dreams NYC, loves tattoos, is hopelessly smitten with her boyfriend who she calls "love" (and because i've known Jess for so long i know how deserving of this happiness she is. but because i've known her so long, i also know she is scared of the feeling that sometimes love makes her fragile), loves her dog children, loves the blogging community, and just bought her first house!
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| fragile tape by misterrob |

