Spring Breaker Pt. 2: In search of the West.
One thing I absolutely love and despise about being a twenty year old, is love. It’s that hopeless romanticism that plagues my existence, sometimes blurring the lines on my judgment […]
One thing I absolutely love and despise about being a twenty year old, is love. It’s that hopeless romanticism that plagues my existence, sometimes blurring the lines on my judgment […]
Soaring high upon the wings of a United flight into Salt Lake City I looked down upon the glistening world underneath my feet and thought. Thought of those thousands of […]