Writing is a job, a talent, but it’s also the place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.

…how beautiful it would be to live so far away from my mistakes.

“...writing stories was always a bit like falling in love with a stranger and ru…”

“The sleep he went back to was never the one he left.”

“Hope is a horrible thing, you know. I don't know who decided to package hope as…”

“Every drop of rain hit the ground with such force it bounced back up again, giv…”