I feel the need to write this somewhere: I'm not tagging anymore, read these writtings as you please. Some may be inspirations taken from strangers in the street who look fabulous and gloomy, some may be attached to my personal struggles with reality and close ones, some may be simple and stupid fanfiction without names.
I certainly don't care how you decide to read them. I've got too many feelings in my heart to process. That's why I went back here actually. I need to write stuff down or I will collapse from internal drama.
Yes, internal drama. I'm so fucking dramatic.
I'm actually very ok with no tagging because of that. You may never know what or who the hell I am talking about, and that's fantastic. People come and go believing themselves special, and they are in my book. I have too much to write about them, stuff I've kept inside my head for ages.
And so now I've decided to let them be to be read. Their flaws, their softness.. all of them. All of those little details I love about them. I am a very detailed person when it comes to observe. You could say it's my favourite hobby.