Young Writers Society

dyingmoon

One day I was born and named. Now I am growing and living or dying and decaying. All depends on your levels of optimism

Writing (of course)! Reading, music, day dreaming...

A mere student to the world

Thou call'dst me a dog before thou hadst cause. But, since I am a dog, beware my fangs.
— Shylock, The Merchant of Venice