Dreamer || Writer || Artist || Misfit 
Audiophile || Feminist || Athlete 
Christian †

i breathe through the bittersweet words i leave unsaid. it's my oxygen to a bleak heart. because sometimes when the world gets too loud, only the uproar of the heart can save me. so i exist by the dreams of wonder that deprive me of sleep-the collisions and tears of the universe.

//La mort n'a peut-être pas plus de secrets à nous révéler que la vie? //

feel free to drop me a message anytime,
always willing to give advice about anything