Jessica Johnson

Jessica Johnson

Jessica Johnson
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Esper slams her hand against the wall. She grits her teeth as she lays her forehead against the mirror, struggling to hold back the claws and teeth that threaten to tear through her fingers and gums. She can feel her bones shuddering beneath her skin and a long low growl churns in her throat.

Esper slams her hand against the wall. She grits her teeth as she lays her forehead against the mirror, struggling to hold back the claws and teeth that threaten to tear through her fingers and gums. She can feel her bones shuddering beneath her skin and a long low growl churns in her throat.

Nothing’s worse than saying goodbye. It’s a little like dying. - Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood

Nothing’s worse than saying goodbye. It’s a little like dying. - Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood

“And: Still it is not enough to have memories, they must turn to blood inside you.” — Jane Cooper, from The Flashboat: Poems Collected & Reclaimed; “Inheritances”

“And: Still it is not enough to have memories, they must turn to blood inside you.” — Jane Cooper, from The Flashboat: Poems Collected & Reclaimed; “Inheritances”

So, this board is about strange people in a normal world. Maybe they have mental disorders, maybe they're killers, psychos, maybe they're just weird. But whatever it is, they aren't the type to blend in to normal society- Or, maybe they do, and that's what makes them so terrifying.

So, this board is about strange people in a normal world. Maybe they have mental disorders, maybe they're killers, psychos, maybe they're just weird. But whatever it is, they aren't the type to blend in to normal society- Or, maybe they do, and that's what makes them so terrifying.