Habitual Stories

Hope builds a home. Mine is within you.

my purpose is to give peace n stress free moments to those who taste me by their mind n heart. its my destiny n i don't fight it. i believe in what i m made for..she sai...

Se algum dia pensares que não és nada de especial lembra-te que para mim és essencial se não te sentires bonita como o habitual lembra-te que tens a cara perfeito no cor...

Life, an old jail, shackles me, to the wall of responsibility, forever to stay.

A poem about trying to fill that void.

The story about two best friends, traveling through time

Lying is a survival skill. Sometimes, lying is a necessity, if not just a mere way to sugarcoat the unpleasant, dodge the unnecessary, and temporarily keep someone or so...

this u wish my life would the wildest imagination crazy anti social

Cosas sobre mí, la respuesta a el porqué soy de Marte.

I have to take a gamble to see , where I am truly meant to be.

On an early fall evening midnight scatters with the stars in chorus of twinkling jubilee. I rest my head on the wooden boardwalk that covers the lush green meadow. The a...