joy journal
I’m messy. Really messy. You should see the mahogany dresser in front of me piled with yesterday’s laundry. Though honestly, I’m glad you can’t. The truth is that I seem to need hours alone in an echoing empty house in order to…
I’m messy. Really messy. You should see the mahogany dresser in front of me piled with yesterday’s laundry. Though honestly, I’m glad you can’t. The truth is that I seem to need hours alone in an echoing empty house in order to…