Impulsive writer
Have you ever been to an art gallery? If you have, have you ever taken a deep breath while gazing in awe at Van Gogh’s Sunflowers…
I was sitting at a café, sipping my frappuccino, eating my pancake, minding my own bussiness, right? And this bitch, this collossal waste of…
Your fingernails scrape the cold dirt under you as you wake up. You’re too weak to move, enormous weight squeezing your lungs so…
