Van Gogh at Auvers-sur-Oise Writing: High School Me I had this plain white, hardcover notebook in high school that I guarded religiously. It wasn’t a diary, but it was maybe more intimate than that. It contained my writings, something I’m very vulnerable about and possessive of. I remember this sky-blue ink I used and howContinueContinue reading “Writing To My High School Self”
My Little Hawk 