Letter writing is a dying art.
Dear Ryan, I’m missing you a lot today. Well, that implies I don’t miss you every day, which I do. But today it’s hitting a little harder I suppose. Maybe it’s the time of year? I know how much you … Continue reading →
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Fuck the gazelles, I'm running solo
"What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls the butterfly"