I hate putting in effort; I just want to enjoy.
There’s nothing romantic about the rain. Throw out the songs and the movie scenes, the poems and the cliché metaphors; Every poets back-pocket go-to.
I hate the rain. I hate the clouds and the disorder. So I roll over, once again. I hit snooze. And I dream.
The not-so-definitive guide for getting past your blocks and to what you really want to be doing
