Sing me to sleep, Dallas Green.
Eye. Like. That.
Because when Demi Lovato is on the radio, you better shut the fuck up and listen.
Running out of pages is always so bittersweet. I get joy from filling up a book, but starting a new one always seems to be slightly difficult.
All of those blank pages…
I channeled my inner Alex Vause a whole lot more than I’d like to ever again.