Good night. I miss summer.
Or in the one we don't speak of, we are running down a familiar forest path, hunted, and we sense them beneath the pads of our feet, planted deep in the dark green woods, bones cooling, and we wake, knowing they've been here all along.
I've started writing something new in earnest. I'm excited about it in a way that I haven't been excited for a project since The King and Miss Clark. I think I've finally found some of my mojo again. It's been hiding for long enough, I'd say. xoxo, B. |
. About Moi .I love, love, love flannel sheets and I am really passionate about lists on post it notes and most of the time I'm sad that no one else is as excited as I am about Diet Mountain Dew. I also adore run-on sentences. And if you need an awesome virtual assistant, who is full of personality and really good jokes? Email me. I'm your girl. This website uses marketing and tracking technologies. Opting out of this will opt you out of all cookies, except for those needed to run the website. Note that some products may not work as well without tracking cookies. Opt Out of Cookies |
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anything else in the room. - F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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