dear November // day 7 (storyteller and word vomit)

(when your handwriting gets bigger because tRUTH.) dear November. I’m shaking. I’m not sure if it’s because I had coffee a few hours ago and haven’t been active for three of them, or because I just sat in on the most rapid-fire, intense, writing intensive I have ever heard in my life. Hannah Brencher KILLED…

dear November // day 4 (The Story)

dear November. the song was always my story. I just didn’t realize it until yesterday. how significant it would become. how I would come to define tiny infinite moments by this soundtrack. I wrote it for my senior year of high school. my friends. the experiences. our infinities. the memories. the hardships, the lowest points,…