MOLLY'S BLOG

Hot and sticky. The buzzing hum from the electrical lines. Cotton candy and elephant ears. Dusty ground mixed with heated air. Chaos mixed with joy

You have a therapist to talk to about your past and your trauma. A counselor to mediate your relationships and tell you best mindset habits.

I’ve never been mistaken for cool. And social interactions at the coolest level have always eluded me. But, when Andy puts on his leather and

I’d like to think that a memory written down will be remembered. As if time won’t age it, the way my mental thoughts can. Ignoring

I never understood the description of a road cutting into the earth until I was in Alabama. We were on the downward dip of highway