I escape into my books. They’re my haven, my refuge. A place to run when the night is dark and the wind is cold.
y’all need to read A Love Letter to Whiskey
“one day,
whether you are 14,
28,
or 65,
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
however, the saddest,
most awful truth you will
ever come to find —
is they are not always with
whom we spend
our lives”
— Beau Taplin

chelsea 










