Living in Sophie-land, the eternal summer wonderland. Bringing vividness to dreariness. Dark romantic who prefers natural disasters and sappy love stories to human contact. A dash of pyromania and a hint of bloodlust. The world is not perfect without its shades of gray. You may find me in the library of the sky, scribbling inkblood over ragged pages.
I post secrets, fears, and guilty pleasures here.
‘I think we’re made up of all these different pieces and every time someone goes, you’re left with less of yourself.’