the urge to write a book so that human experiences and yearnings remain printed on paper and as long as someone reads then they'll live forever within the ink and the hearts; and your body buried will be nothing but bones and everything you were is carved in the sky, and if someone looks up it reads your story and they can feel it, deep between the bones that someday will be buried, that everyone is deeply, intrinsically, tragically and irreversibly human, with feelings and heartaches and joy and gloom and that's beautiful.
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notes app of a teenage girl
詩歌I depend on words and commas: a sleepy french toast and my lover's perfect flaws. a collection of poems, songs, thoughts, stories, and made-up scenarios of an Italian queer teenage girl who finds comfort in writing. I apologize for any errors, engli...
