Dear A — Fire
Dear A — Gold
A,
These days.
Dear A — Want
Dear A,
Oh honey… I don’t even want to write this one, but if I don’t, I think I’ll be stalked…
Okay, I’m going to complain which is totally fucking stupid because really…? I’m living…
I’m losing people and not in the way they think it’s happening. I am moving. On. WTF Art.
A good friend of mine has been staying with me for a few days and she really loves the word…
Morning A,
Guess what?