More Jacks, less peacocks! I am well aware that a line between abusive bastards and brooding men exists in fiction; I am also aware that said line it’s thin at best; fickle at worst. Oftentimes I find myself reading a
Monday Hues on a Sunday… oh well! I have jumped this format for the past couple of weeks, I had plenty to say but the idea of sitting down and have a chat felt unbearably personal. Weird, right? Especially because
Aaaaand no Monday Hues for me today! Honestly, nothing much has changed so I thought I’d voice this thoughts that have been running in my head. Lately I’ve been thinking about my mental health and the one of the people
