6.27.23 The feeling of nostalgia is similar to a feather finally hitting the floor— it’s not loud, it’s not quick, but suddenly something...

2.5.23 Tom sat on my chipped, wooden bedroom floor and I gave him the tiniest guitar I could find while I showed him this verse/chorus...

12.27.22 If I’m honest it’s been a bit shit. But then again, it’s been a bit not shit..and I think that’s the best description of living...