writing this while listening to Sad, Beautiful, Tragic by Taylor Swift perched up in my temporary Montreal bedroom with a fan at my ear in hopes of escaping the summer heat. I’ve been wanting to write for years. I realized if I don’t write now, when will I ever?
greetings, internet.
greetings, internet.
greetings, internet.
writing this while listening to Sad, Beautiful, Tragic by Taylor Swift perched up in my temporary Montreal bedroom with a fan at my ear in hopes of escaping the summer heat. I’ve been wanting to write for years. I realized if I don’t write now, when will I ever?