Hi Tulips,
So… I may or may not have accidentally started a new book called
“When The World Ends.”
Yeah, because clearly surviving life wasn’t dramatic enough, now I had to throw in actual survival, chaos, and a sprinkle of love (because even in an apocalypse, feelings refuse to die).
It’s messy, emotional, and probably the reason I haven’t slept properly in days but someone has to suffer for art, right?
If you end up liking it, let me know… or at least pretend to, so I can convince myself this chaos was worth it. And if you don't I might haunt you in your nightmares. Totally joking, maybe.
With all my love and chaos,
Haya ♥