I’m here to advocate for fan fiction.Read More
To love this shadow of a silhouette
A person I have never met.
It’s been six months since I started blogging…Read More
I am angry about Brexit.
Or should that be Fuck-it?
The mournful note of the deepest strings Marks the night with its slowest song. Footsteps falter as they pass by, Drawn to the darkness of the music and To hold each other in the midnight hour. His cap is cast at his feet asking for that Shower of gold and silver from those around, Ears…Read More
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