"finally."

Ciaoooo. Vreau să adun câți mai mulți utilizatori activi sub un singur acoperiș și am creat o micuță comunitate pe what'sapp 
           Atelierul Wattpad, pentru cititori și scriitori activi care doresc să interacționeze.  Vreau să propun cluburi de lectură, promovările, sfaturile și critici între membri. Un spațiu dedicat creatorilor de coperți și multe altele. Dacă te interesează, te așteptăm cu  mare plăcere. 
          
          Din păcate nu pot lăsa link direct în mesajul acesta, dar pe profilul meu este link-ul. 
          
           Scuze de deranj și îți urez o zi frumoasa în continuare! 

nu mai țin minte cum funcționează wattpadul dar mi-am adus aminte ca dețin acest cont ce mai faceți oamenii mei? dacă mă mai ține cineva minte sau are cineva chef de vorbit asta e contul de insta: ignatnico 

(2)he was hit like a meteor shower and was broken into pieces, his heart was fragmented inch by inch into something that barely resembled what was left of the human soul.  because that’s what love was, breaking your heart apart and giving it to someone that has already gifted it to others. 
          
          [the art of letting yourself down to pick others up] 

          (1) death felt cliché and as every other overused thought and form of opinion, it also felt the most natural to agree with. the only reason why he didn’t find pleasure at night with a knife in his hands and sanitary alcohol over his burning wounds was because he didn’t like clichés. it was quite the opposite. he despised them. the rotten hatred towards the stereotypical code that every human soul was ingrained to understand and tolerate, he felt it in every piece of his bones and it was breaking to admit that was the most permanent feeling that has ever crossed his heart.
          
          it was sorrowful to admit that feeling was the most familiar he has ever been with anything and it was the only one that gave him a sense of belonging. because when you don’t belong anywhere else, you make your home out of hate and spite, out of the jealousy of the ones that have a place to call home and someone to call theirs. 
          
          
          [the art of letting yourself down to pick others up] 

hi my dearly loved<3
          I hope you are doing as amazing as you are

oh, to be a cardan kin

Stay with me
          As we cross the empty skies
          Come sail with me
          
          We slow down
          As the engines stall
          Our eyes catch sync
          We explode

In your maze that I can’t escape from9
          I open my eyes but I’m still in this strange maze
          Even when I wake up from my dream, you, you
          I’m in your maze, you, you

jack wolfe 
          wylan van eck

i have finished reading the grishaverse and I feel, simply put, empty inside
          I got so attached to a world that isn't mine, that I don't exist in, that I did not write and now I don't know what to do with myself