an ordinary girl {because calling oneself extraordinary has become ordinary and i just have to be extraordinary.} from slovakia, dreaming of a life in a better place and believing charlie when he said "we can't choose where we come from, but we can choose where we go from there."
i love books and tv series and movies and writing my own stories.
i would like to be a writer, but i'd also really love to travel the world and blog about it. time will show.
my quest in life is to fight procrastination. so far, i'm losing.
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Stories by chiara herondale
travellers
“have you ever realized how small you are?” victoria asked him while they were looking at the stars.
“uhm, i’...
serendipity
she was the night wanderer. she was the reckless soul, the traveller, the heart breaker.
he was the night wan...
remember when
they met on a playground. he kicked sand in her face. she cried, but liked him anyway.
they went to the same...