This fanfic I’m never going to write is really damn good.
same old shit, but a different day
Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that’s how relative time is
Enzo North
I am bold, daring and fearless, I make no effort to stand out from the crowd, this sort of thing comes naturally to me. I am the pattern on a plain canvas from which excitement springs. I am guilty of being different and make no effort to change. I'm the best me possible and i'm getting better day by day just like they say about wine.
If I was Elizabeth Bennet my entire family abandoning me at the dinner table when Mr. Collins requested a private audience would have been my villain origin story.
i feel everybody’s going to come out of this corona-isolation so differently. like, for example, i’m a directioner again.
