Living in a loud house, perceptively peculiar. Currently writing from a place of everywhere to find my author's nest.
There’s a period in life, transitioning from the glistening magic of childhood to the very matte view of adulthood, where possible…
“Leaving the doctor — he said my pain is my fibromyalgia, not related to anything else and that that he…
move like this.
Bend like that.
Sit like such.