twenty-three // you've bestowed upon me a hallusigenic dose of something I've never dared to admit I ever wanted

Ireland    "My friend you would not tell with such high zest,to children ardent for some desperate glory, the old lie; dulce et decorum est pro patria …

I love the fact that words can serve as gentle hugs on a lonely night. Isn't it crazy how this life could do so many …

We were all born with different hearts

Writer in residence...lol. Actually, just someone who started writing for fun and enjoyment. I now have one book in three languages, and colouring book form. …

in neverland.    oh god that feeling of rereading the poetry you made when you were 15?? awful // muse is dead

The Moon    Poet first, lawyer later, plenty in between.

malaysia    bibliophile || pluviophile || created this to follow my friend

Just a girl with thoughts that she'd rather write down on paper than say out loud.