
The Daily Dreaming 1: on showers, consistency, and asking questions
So guys, my thoughts get constipated and, well, as if Twitter and Instagram and tolerant friends aren’t enough, I have to let it out somewhere. I totally forgot what I made a blog for in the first place. Wasn’t that what blogs were made for, to journal with? I try to excruciatingly organize my thoughts, pressure my writing and catch myself going, ‘but, you have … Continue reading The Daily Dreaming 1: on showers, consistency, and asking questions