Honest reflections, life lessons, and personal growth (deep sh*t) sent to your inbox every Sunday night.
metaphorically speaking because I would never EVER hurt my Grandma
Not to mention: Living. Fumbling. Recovering. REPEAT.
Even if you never touch a campaign or write a subject line
RIP Uncle.
But I also quit.
And being incredibly sore 24/7.
This country is not built for tall people
I think I found my new therapist...
It might be because I was single on Valentine's Day...
I left Melbourne with a Crown Casino Card and these thoughts
I don’t know. But I'll happily tell what I think about it.
Nude lipstick, cool sneakers and sometimes their pyjama top
