shelley, writer and written.

he was nothing but a wandering stray. a stray who was forever searching for a place where he could curl up, a place to call 'home.' he spent fifteen years searching and was still unable to find it.

counting the stars and scars / how i’m becoming a work of art.

journal entries.

playlists.

he was nothing but a wandering stray. a stray who was forever searching for a place where he could curl up, a place to call 'home.' he spent fifteen years searching and was still unable to find it.