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.