collections of short narratives, rewritten episodes, & jovial cynicism



It's your fondest memories. 

It's lazy Sundays, and waking up to the smell of pancakes.

It's frolicking in fields, and staying up way past curfew–with your favorite people. 

It''s snowing outside, and you're curled up in; next to a fire, with someone you love covering you like a blanket.

It's comfort.

Tatyana Mann