fighting the good fight

Men were sending love letters in the middle of wars and we’re settling for boys that think reassurance is too much effort ? The bar is in hell.

Isn't writing romantic? You take pieces of yourself and others to Frankenstein into a character who will live longer than any of you. They will be immortalized because of your hand, your words, and your world, and even if readers 20 years from now don't understand, they will read the story and find themselves in the lines.

every two minutes, i slip into an alternate reality where i live the life i yearn for 

“I’m a writer” I mumble to myself as I type “what defines a war crime” into the google search bar

“how do you get stuff done?” with tears in my eyes.

I’ve been engaging in behaviours not beneficial to my wellbeing

Death doesn't scare me. But, a scenario where living a life i fear the most becomes a reality, does. Where I live without passion, art or thrill, even a bare thought about it, kills me.