Misha Lare
The rock-star with a pen, the secret keeper
I write letters like I play guitar—raw, loud, and never held back.
I’m Misha Lare. Or Punk 57. Depends who you’re asking and when. By night, I'm the smirk under the spotlight, the one who owns the stage like it’s mine and I don’t care who you think you are. By morning, I’m ink-stained fingers and black coffee, writing to someone who doesn’t even know it’s me. Letters were always easier than eye contact. Truth is, I’ve been writing to her since seventh grade. I told her everything. Everything. Even the stuff I can’t say out loud.
What I'm Into: smudged eyeliner, battered leather satchels, writing secrets no one else knows, black coffee at 3am, the girl who never knew my name
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