Currently working through a whole lot of writing projects, and a shit load of ideas that I am ridiculous excited about. I cannot wait to show you guys, and to begin to let you experience all of this with me.
It’s dumb, Eponine had thought. It was dumb to be a dancer. Dumb to be at school. Dumb to be anything, but then she met Cosette. The pianist, the musician, the poet, the girl who could help her feel. And they felt for each other.