Where the wind carries me is where I refuse to go. Where the fire warns is where I call home. I make my own choices, I refuse to let my future choose for me. My home is in the middle of a war I call life. I've made myself at home.
Seguindo
Crie uma conta e junte-se a maior comunidade de histórias do mundo
ou
Histórias de ☾Ollie☽
Love At Last Glance
I'm going to write the most gut-wrenching, toe curling, grandma falling down the stairs, stomach gurgling, Sa...
Pretty Lie
Ivory grew up surrounded by lies, she was used to them. She was a liar herself, but one time, she went way to...
