my diary

"The poet is a liar, who always speaks the truth"

121/F/California    I like words. And skulls. And kitties....

☾ Welcome to the inner workings of my mind it's dark inside, but sometimes there's light.

119/M31    Poetry I probably should’ve left in English class

F    Random ramblings and midnight murmurs of everything and absolutely nothing all at once. Frequently visited by depression, sadness, and loneliness. Also, sad breakfast club.