truth and I have a broken relationship. We only ever bond when there is a pen and paper.

Bitten by wanderlust I’ve globetrotted – discovered a piece of myself in every person I met- I found a home in each of their stories.

In a world full of polished and perfect final drafts, don’t be too scared to be the raw, honestly scribbled story.

Somewhere, someone is writing for you; words that’s can talk to you. Words with such simple complexity that only you can understand the story.


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