A short explanation of how I got here.
To this day, I still wonder. Would I be the same if not for those myths and stories? Would I still beam with the same curiosity? And although I can tell the difference between fable and reality, what'...
It's bold of you to assume that I do. Even if I survive another day, "What's the point?" is all I ask of you. Beautiful, kind and true is someone I know who helped me get a clue ( Spoiler alert: It's ...
It is true that I do not wish to believe you. Trust will only deem me the one I wish to deceive. And so, they say that all is fair if affection dissipates, nor be it true. P.S. I do
You are mixed in my soul( Dear my crush (6)
You are mixed in my soul
Alice has no air in her lungs. She is not breathing. She doesn't feel something warm and thick pool in the corner of her eye and run down her cheek. She doesn't taste that same liquid fill her mouth o...
I often think how things could be different. How I in fact am the cause. The effect of something so great or traumatic. The grace that could be or already is. I wonder beyond the jumbling of thoughts ...
People always compare the essence of love with roses. A supposedly beautiful and delicate flower, with petals of various shades of beauty, shining under the glowing crown that was put upon its head by...
You can't forget your first meeting with your crush...
To this day, I still wonder. Would I be the same if not for those myths and stories? Would I still beam with the same curiosity? And although I can tell the difference between fable and reality, what'...
It's bold of you to assume that I do. Even if I survive another day, "What's the point?" is all I ask of you. Beautiful, kind and true is someone I know who helped me get a clue ( Spoiler alert: It's ...
It is true that I do not wish to believe you. Trust will only deem me the one I wish to deceive. And so, they say that all is fair if affection dissipates, nor be it true. P.S. I do
You are mixed in my soul( Dear my crush (6)
You are mixed in my soul
Alice has no air in her lungs. She is not breathing. She doesn't feel something warm and thick pool in the corner of her eye and run down her cheek. She doesn't taste that same liquid fill her mouth o...
I often think how things could be different. How I in fact am the cause. The effect of something so great or traumatic. The grace that could be or already is. I wonder beyond the jumbling of thoughts ...
People always compare the essence of love with roses. A supposedly beautiful and delicate flower, with petals of various shades of beauty, shining under the glowing crown that was put upon its head by...
You can't forget your first meeting with your crush...