|So this is the place that I rant about writing and make existentialist posts about my lack of a love life and usually reblog um...things. Okay, it's mostly text posts. Also cake.
(The cake is a lie)
On the contrary, my dear anonymous, I can be...
All the poets that you love listening to
love lying to you.
I’m not that egocentric to make you believe that I’m not one of them.
I lie all the...
Okay, so I have a character who’s been travelling around Europe for the past two years. The novel takes place in 1922, and the...