Just ur average hopeful author! 20 years old an I am loving my life !
The rain echoed in the distance, a morose, mournful sound. As always, life in the High North is rushed, hushed, and secretive. In New York, it's easy to keep secrets. I would know.
A lesson learned today, of when I was called gay. Little did I know, the truth their words had shown.
Chapter one: Kiss I wake up to the near agonizing sound of someone screaming. My heart races with naked fury as one of the other kids in my foster home that shelters me has another panic attack.
Prologue: a letter lost The letter was written over ages and ages beyond what I could perceive. The parchment felt fragile, yet the Ink was still black as coals .
I am a writer blocked by the curses of word unfounded, and a mind quiet. I am a writer cursed without paper or pen.
I love the way you fall asleep, your eyes closing and ur open mouth showing your perfect white teeth. I love your kisses, you're the first guy that never misses.