For once, I’m not supposed to be sleeping. But I really want to be.
They/he
"wist how dare you play with my heartstrings like that" ~ winter "wist is in every rp" ~ley “ah yes, fear Wist's smile :slight_smile: <- speaks of layers and layers of secrets” ~mint
I am trying and failing. Instead, I am slowly writing and reading. Strange mechanisms I must say. Reading and writing horror and things that make me want to cry.
It's a pity the dictionary has only one definition of beauty. In my world, there are 7.9 billion types of it- all different and still beautiful. — anne27
