Alex

Ciao a tutti!
          È un anno che sono qui su Wattpad, e sono consapevole che non scrivo nulla da mesi :/
          Ho aperto un'altro account per scrivere e riprenderò a scrivere nuove storie.
          Se vi interessa ecco il tag: @TheWitchAngie
          Spero che state passando una bella estate:)
          

@LaraclaudiaStilinski 
          Allora ciao personcine ,qui sopra ho taggato una persona che sa scrivere molto bene, è una mia grande amica e sta scrivendo due libri se li leggete fareste un grande favore sia a me che a lei!! Grazie ciaoo♥️
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/295518233?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Narcissa___Malfoyy&wp_originator=5DUCFBGfOdoRhDN8chewX7f7rAquTxH35dh24hDUKpr4tL9fd4W%2B5i9nBQNHUovUcuwVDqh%2FCU8MUod2Fb5bwPTHRvGxk2S%2FJBYdT1rn0PvHp4%2Bfej%2BZ9mpP6gRSYRgb

Hey, grazie per il follow, potrei sapere a cosa è dovuto?<3

Hey bestie! I’ve been grounded for a few months but I just saw ur message on my board from October. Are you doing okay? I hope ur doing a good because you deserve it ❤️❤️ 
          

Hiya! How are you? 
          
          It's been long but I come with a quote!
          
          The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. -Nelson Mandela
          
          Keep fighting my dear friend :)

Omg love your pfp

Cara amica mia , ti scrivo questo messaggio per dirti che ti auguro buon natale e buona vigilia di natale e anche buon anno , grazie per aver passato tutto questo tempo con me a sostenermi in ogni singolo momento non puoi immaginare per me quanto sei speciale sei un po' come una sorella maggiore per me , anche michy anche lui davvero lo ringrazio per esserci stato , grazie per aver passato questi mesi insieme a me e mia sorella a sostenerci e darci consigli su tutto . Sarò sempre con te a sostenerti quando avrai bisogno , dal momento che ti ho conosciuta non ho desiderato nessun altra , non ho molto da offrirti tranne tutto il bene che ti voglio , ti accetterò sempre ricordatelo .  Sei speciale grazie ♡︎ 

Thanks for the follow back.

a small token of kindness (14th December 2021) 
          
          sealed hurricanes and harmonised years, cocoa pricks and battled fears; marmalade rays and a shy ball of fire, flickering hopes and nestled desires. in the roar of stretching beats and the silence of two shoulders, the sun hovers gently in the thunders, in the hours of the one left behind. 
          
          olive stars, mediterranean lamps; golden moon, tears unshed. perfumed death, barricaded twilight;  arrowed corals, ironical laughs. the deadly hour, sings little to light, ferocious with pallour, mighty with a mouth sewn. time hums a pattern, an embroidered tune, one for the passing day and another for the arriving death. 
          
          in the bed of bedlam, overpowered by stories of brown and blue, arms of dandelions, skeleton of oak, there rises against the land a squeak of solace, of wilting petunias and sighing birds. love is but an eye; a door to the city of Atlantis, in search of its rightful owner, that which resides right by its soft collar. 
          
          love a disease, cure a breeze; droplets of ice water, warmth like spring. it is scattered, like the rainbow's seven and collected like the moonlight. it is the hush of the horizon set aflame and the masses on earth enjoying the play. to love is to lose, to love is to live less with yourself. to love is to hold the moon close and the soul to the oceans. love, but in moderation, like the earth loves the seas and the forests. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a small token of kindness (9th December 2021) 
          
          the sun adorns itself with the stomach of the storm, wild with pink carnation embraces and fire of the splintered heart walls. pistachio love and fluttering skies;  light a fuel, and a vanishing identity. the devil free to roam, believer a misguidance like a nightingale's sweet talk. 
          
          thunderstorms a song, the salt drops lyrics of its ventricular fins and churning sorrows. hills of skeletons, graves of souls; worship of demons and prayers of turbulent stomachs. ink of independence churned into sand and syllables; seas and oceans feasted upon like candied cartilages. 
          
          dusk fashioned claws, moon graced rages; the night a dark amaranthus, eyes curtained with sunsets. sugared wounds, salted licks; bothered ruins, hundred layered crescents. existence drowned into rose water, grief and waves floating across the womb of the horizon. 
          
          in depths, there are beginnings; under the shadows, in the dark smudges of thirst. contradictory roses, wordless blood, the paintings of the things crushed, the heart lost in a claustrophobic mist . in frozen tears and anarchic quests, awakening tornadoes and pitiful plays; there are rumours of lost minds in the places of death; place of birth, place of raw flesh. 
          
          not easy it is to hand over parts that you are blind to, like foreign reds and shivering smiles, a tongue of passion and eyes of morning nights. to give away bricks of home is only a thing of hearts supported by good insides, like the kind sky that tears itself apart to share its home with the world around, like the chaotic dark that resorts to calmness after the moon pecks its way through. 
           #adropofhumanity