This is my café. I own it. I own this café. Take your acceptable, effortless messiness, your pockmarked cheek charm, your presentable...

The tongue gets used to a jagged tooth. Eventually. At first it’s really painful. The tongue catches, then there’s a sting, and...

To be honest, (and if you can’t be honest in a blog what even are you doing with your life) I haven’t written anything in a while. I’ve...