november is my least favorite month of the year.
honey there is no right way!
I don't have a clue what the fuck I'm doing.
i love love.
For me love exists as an obvious. I love…until proven otherwise.
god bless this mess.
Happy New Year!
There’s no plan.
At the very least I am trying to live mine…
Begging to be believed.
If not now, when?
I don’t believe writing is something that is innate…
One month ago I completely upended my life.
