A lot’s happened since the last time we talked. Between January and now, life handed me my north star on a silver platter. The platter is cracked and tarnished with bits of dried-on jelly and fossilized biscuit crumbs squished across the surface, but oh, is it is the platter I have long asked for. I’ve never been more sure of it.
This is the story of a girl
This is the story of a girl
This is the story of a girl
A lot’s happened since the last time we talked. Between January and now, life handed me my north star on a silver platter. The platter is cracked and tarnished with bits of dried-on jelly and fossilized biscuit crumbs squished across the surface, but oh, is it is the platter I have long asked for. I’ve never been more sure of it.