Screenwriter / Director
Early mornings, Matcha Lattes, Cats… these are a few of my favorite things!
one centimeter the space between our pursed lips together we crash
By Link Labout a month ago in Poets
Her thumb strums steel strings Acoustic vibrations sing Breaths held, she begins
Alright, gang, soup’s on! Soup? I thought we ordered pizza? That’s what I heard. It’s a figure of speech, an expression.
By Link Labout a month ago in Fiction
