a messy assortment of thoughts disguised as a wannabe writers blog
About
This blog has no particular order, no schedule, no limits, just the chaotic ranting of a teenage girl stuck in permanent fascination with the world around her. Who wishes to day dream her life away and somehow also dabble in culture and the arts. Think of this as a crawl space, a place to put old mugs of tea and grab a good read. A coffee table in which you can discuss poetry and paintings. A place for musings and serenity. Welcome to my sanctuary.
in his blue gardens, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars
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a fascination with people, literature, art and culture
age
I wanted to pour my soul into his bones. Make him know, we are not made of the same stardust. We will reject each other, and perhaps… Read more “age”
switches
The three of us held onto each other like rope holds a makeshift raft. As if we would fall apart easily if the other wasn’t there. All… Read more “switches”
found
I object. I believe I do know who I am. I was blinded by shadows of doubt and sadness but see here, I know who I am.… Read more “found”
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