"Don't you think if it's meant to be it will be?"
"Is this what you call a family?"

Questions, questions, questions. So many answers, so little time.

Two girls who love to write. Ink seeps through our veins and typewriters live in our minds. That music is the beat of our heart, and they beat in time. Those books are the words written in our skin "I must not tell lies," over and over again. This world that we live in is not reality. We made it. 

Two Internet besties who find themselves together, always.