A year. Can’t find a muse after you.
Black Bird Fly
All things beautiful, adorable, lulzworthy and meaningful that tug at my heartstrings. Mostly reblogs with rare occasions of writing.
About
I love words and its ability to touch or break a heart. I tend to escape from my own thoughts. I find refuge in fiction and imagery when the going gets tough. I seem detached for most parts of my life. I am eccentric and melancholic. I am everything yet nothing of the ordinary. I don't make much sense to people. I am human.
