14/F/USA    Just braiding my hair with pastel yellow ribbons, scented candles sitting around, while I try and write pretty things.

31/F/India    A dark soul, lost in the mayhem. I don’t write fancy poems, Just sad ones.

15/Belgium    I'm just a little tiny human with a heart too big and thoughts as far as you can dig... Breathe in and out

For the girl of eleven or twelve who wrote thousands of stories alone in her room—and never shared a single one.

25/F/indonesia    tell me pretty lies.

20/M/Ankara    🍃