lucrative life of a lady.
A real, genuine conversation I just had with my wonderful friend @inkdragon. Can anyone guess what we said? Hmm... I thought not.
I d o n t k n o w : )
lmao i cant write sweet love poems, can I?
Lately my mind and my heart is a mess, so forgive me if this one and its format is too.
I think it was that night..... Or it could be that morning....
For those interested in the complexities of the English and their silly, silly language.
chugging down a bitter negroni at an industrial bar at 3pm, you share what makes you cackle, share what makes you cry from rabid rage. a discourse on the illegitimacy of self care. Only to realize you...
A poem about how remembering the past can be confusing.
They called her stargazer. Not because her freckles made constellations on her skin...
Please give feedback! This is the last chapter of the first book, well really a small resolution. The other chapters are longer, whilst this is a small resolution, not super interesting unless you hav...
A real, genuine conversation I just had with my wonderful friend @inkdragon. Can anyone guess what we said? Hmm... I thought not.
I d o n t k n o w : )
lmao i cant write sweet love poems, can I?
Lately my mind and my heart is a mess, so forgive me if this one and its format is too.
I think it was that night..... Or it could be that morning....
For those interested in the complexities of the English and their silly, silly language.
chugging down a bitter negroni at an industrial bar at 3pm, you share what makes you cackle, share what makes you cry from rabid rage. a discourse on the illegitimacy of self care. Only to realize you...
A poem about how remembering the past can be confusing.
They called her stargazer. Not because her freckles made constellations on her skin...
Please give feedback! This is the last chapter of the first book, well really a small resolution. The other chapters are longer, whilst this is a small resolution, not super interesting unless you hav...