God bless the broken road, y’all. Like actually. I’m writing this on my couch in East Nashville, 2:47 a.m., wearing the same hoodie I’ve had on for three days,...
may god bless you meaning is something I literally mutter under my breath at least five times a day, and I’m sitting here in my 2011 Honda Civic right...
In God We Trust is literally staring at me right now from the crumpled five-dollar bill sticking out of my Carhartt pocket, and honestly? I still don’t know how...
Look, learning to believe in yourself doesn’t begin with rainbows. It begins in my crappy studio apartment in Phoenix last year, eating cold leftover...