Category Being Twenty Six.
Ten Days.
Dear August, I kind of enjoy this little tradition we have now, this unspoken (until now) truce we have to calmly exist with each other. I enjoy this being the week that we “hash it out”, and I tell you how I really feel about your drunken nights and those stupid things you may or […]
Twelve Days.
“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole […]
Unexpected Liberation 