❝ It's so simple but we can't stay, over analyze again, would it really kill you if we kissed? ❞
Jess Allen, aspiring photographer and local pizza maker, never had an easy life. Although, her life had always been normal...
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JESS's PHOTO ALBUM was a important, daily part of her life. She made it a point to take however many photos she wanted in a day, but always take at least enough where she could choose one that defined her day or a specific part of her life the best. It was always a point of curiousness of Fran's about why she always carried it with her, a seemingly disorganized mess of photos scattered in a messy, slightly torn, browning paged scrapbook. Yet, each time Fran asked, Jess would simply give her a wry, closed lip grin, telling her, "You'll find out someday Fran. You just have to play the long game, is all." And that was that.
It was even stranger to come from Jess, especially since she was in every other way the most organized and cleanly person in Ocean Bluff. Yet, the most messy, decaying piece of work, aka Jess's scrapbook, was one of Jess's most beloved items, along with her constantly growing collection of beanies. Jess was never seen without it, and the all too bulky, vintage polaroid camera hung around her neck.
Occasionally Jess would take photos of nature, of paintings she found, or even of interesting people she found on the street or vandalized walls, which were sometimes paintings and sometimes cries for help or revolution. However, most of the time, instead of anything ridiculously artsy such as that, she would take pictures of the mundane. Just Fran eating, or RJ's latest cataclysm of bad food ideas, or just people walking out of the store could be the subjects of Jess' photoshoots. Yet, Jess could talk about them or look at them like they were so much more, even just a little sparkle in her eyes was enough to speak for millennia for the sometimes quiet photographer.
But, each time, Fran even got close to looking at the writing inside Jess' scrapbook, Jess would simply smile as she snatched the book from Fran's peering eyes and say, "Just wait till the end of the year, Fran. Trust me, all of this mystery bs will be worth it. By then, you'll know all about it."
365 DAYS OF SUMMER jess's scrapbooking mixtape
drive (by halsey)
❝ all we do is drive, all we do is think about the feelings that we hide, all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign, sick and full of pride, all we do is drive, ❞
how soon is now? ( by the smiths)
❝ you shut your mouth, how can you say i go about things the wrong way? i am human and i need to be loved just like everybody else does ❞
two princes ( by spin doctors )
❝ i'm the one that loved you baby, can't you see? ain't got no future or family tree but i know what a prince and lover ought to be,❞
as it was ( by harry styles )
❝ in this world, it's just us, ❞
some ( by steve lacy )
❝ baby, i want some of your love your love, your love, your love, ❞
computer luv ( by rayvn lenae & steve lacy )
❝ i wonder what is next? will i catch real feelings for ya or could this be pointless i should've avoided this but what if this real? ❞
she needs him ( by her's )
❝ oh why can't she be alone for good so i can dream and never dare? ❞
cherry flavoured ( by the neighbourhood )
❝ cherry flavored conversations with you got me hanging on down to earth from all the waiting take me somewhere beyond, ❞
