Letting Life Lead
Beer and corn nuts perfume my outfit.
“Another round, Babe,” they call. My matte lipstick smiles. That’s not my name.
A skeever grabs my ass; I nod to Henry. The bounce height is proportionate.
At home, I scrub my face and tuck into Differential Equations.
The place where all the things I write live
Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
The 24 hours Writing Hotspot and Hang Out
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
Vulnerable on main