Healing scriptures are the only reason I didn’t completely lose my mind last year, no cap. Like, I’m sitting here in my cramped apartment in Ohio, December gray sky...
Look, I’m sitting here in my messy-ass apartment in Decatur, Georgia right now, windows cracked because the AC is wheezing like it’s personally offended by summer. There’s a cold...
okay it’s 3:12 a.m. now (time flies when you’re word-vomiting your trauma lol) and i just spilled half a la croix on my keyboard so if there’s random letters...
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...