I am a rainy afternoon, coffee with little sugar, writers strangest novels ever heard, I'm broken dreams and silent, I am a life that goes out the window as
I read the letters be feeding my shy self senseless, I am who I wanna be, and likewise, I am nothing. I exist, then I think. And I live, without meaning to.
a writer repressed, many sighs and teacups
Anime, Anerican Horror story, the walking dead, manga, novels, lies, fake smiles , loneliness and literature. Just ask, damn.