The End
She smiles. Then she turns the page.
A life unfiltered, one story at a time.

She smiles. Then she turns the page.
Maybe life isn’t happening to us. Maybe all of it, the beautiful parts and the absolutely brutal ones, is developing something in us.
Someone was talking shit about me from the pulpit, so I hit him with a pillow and went looking for my purse. This is either personal growth or a deeply weird packing problem.