Sometimes you'll find me blissfully reading a Rolling Stone's profile on Post Malone next to a pumpkin-spice candle, sometimes you'll find me biting my nails trying to meet deadline. Life's a coin-toss.
The first time he told you it wasn’t a parking ticket, he chose his words carefully, stressing the syllables turning a story around, as you both were lying in his bed. That’s it. Instigator, you had to ask: So you… Read More ›
So you aren’t messing around? I would give him a long stare later that night, hands glued to my hips: a power-stance. Taylor Swift coached me never to forgive a cheater, But would he choose her? I had just wrapped… Read More ›