A review by applegould
Little Weirds by Jenny Slate

5.0

rereading and coming across all the notes I wrote in it when I was 18 and 20. six years later I am still waiting for someone to come into my kitchen and be hungry for me. i am still dying from being eager to use my heart and get my body touched. and then I remember I am an example of a specific way of spending time and feeling existence in this world and well! I die.