I'm a storm of words that threaten to take my breath away.
One of my feet is planted on fantasy and the other is aching to join it.
I probably will never be satisfied with anything in my life.
I want what I can't have.
I write things that make no sense but that make me feel alive.
How is it that I write every day but I am never quite able to put into words what I truly feel for the world?
at home in Ituzaingo
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I write crappy fanfiction in ao3.
Look me up as LookingAtHimHurts if you're into angst.
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