she/her | hopeless romantic | 24 |
write in 1 language | can speak in 3 languages | can and does dream(s) in the global language |
living a thousand different lives in
a single lifetime |
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I might write a novel for the sake of not finishing it. I’ll get it published, do a sequel and then leave it at a cliff hanger. I’ll answer questions mysteriously at the second book launch and then I’ll go missing. I’ll move and let the world forget about the books.
That way, I can be almost promised someone will find the books years in the future and not know the ending. They search for answers that they don’t find and come up with ideas about why I stopped writing... and I just did it to annoy people :))
It's sad that nothing's as they were while we were kids.
Depression is the new trend and sadness always in our midst.
I wish we would grow back into kiddos, with life still happy with Cheetos & Mentos.
Weren't those the good old days,
When we used to be so jolly and gay.
Gay meant joy instead of who we like,
And everybody was accepted and loved as all were taken to be alike.
We weren't in love, or broken, or sad,
We were just children who didnt know what it meant to be bad.
Let's turn this picture, our frowns, and our our lives to make them right, let's travel through time and go back to where lives used to exist in their simplest forms.