I Can Be A Little Ocd When

Nina Knew The Power Of Black And White Images. Sometimes A Thing Was Its Truest Self When The Colors Were Stripped Away.

Books + Friendship = Book Club

Nothing Was Easier To Shatter Than The Fragile Shield Of An Idealist.

I Can Be A Little Ocd When It Comes To My Writing.

No Mother. Two Small Words, And Yet Within Them Lay A Bottomless Well Of Pain And Loss, A Ceaseless Mourning For Touches That Were Never Received And Words Of Wisdom That Were Never Spoken. No Single Word Was Big Enough To Adequately Describe The Loss Of Your Mother.