Petrichor. The pleasant, earthy smell of rain. For me that is pure happiness. The smell that eases all my pain. I haven't gone through any less than what is wri

After weeks away, she returns home, where she is greeted by emptiness and despair. Feeling alien in her apartment, and her own life, she tries to battle her dep

Some homes are loved and then forgotten. They become houses, shells of their former selves, missing that energy that once filled their rooms. Still their walls

'flower girls' is an ode to friendship to the devotion i found in the family that found me and to love letters but a letter would be too short, so here's a whol