"In a world full of roses, she was a daisy," 

•	Quince
•	I write my own poetry, quotes and excerpts of stories I have no idea how to continue. 
•	The world if full of self-absorbed people.
•	Personally I think that muffins are ugly looking cupcakes but they are undeniably delicious. 
•	Absolved? What in the Lord's name is that? 
•	I love first days. Everybody's all friendly and shit. 
•	You play in dirt, you get dirty. 
•	I wouldn't wipe my ass with a Baltimore lawyer 

Why do I write? Sometimes reality is too complex. Stories give it a form. 

I love writing about kickass female protagonists and unquestionably drool worthy male advocates. Writing gives me a sense of freedom, it makes me write the things that people fail to say, conversations that are meant to take place but don't and most of all, it's like a blurryface. 

Hardcore reality? Read my book "Accismus."

"Why are you leaving?"
He looks over his shoulder at me, "Because I love you."
"No," I say, "that's not how it works."
He sighs in my direction, waiting for an explanation.
"You leave someone because you don't love someone, not because you do."
His eyes begin to water, "Then maybe I don't,"
               -Excerpt from the book I'll never write. 

Message me if you all want me to read your books and appreciate. I'm always open to requests, but please I work my ass off to make my stories good enough so please respect them and DO NOT COPY THEM. 

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Constructive criticism is always, much appreciated.