WritingOfHearts

I want a home, to myself. Something where I can be me, without hav8ng to mold my want or needs according to people and places. A place where I can be organized in my little messy way. Where the my comforter will smell like the fabric softener I bought on whims, where wild flower will grace the vase, just happy and in light. Where carnations, roses, and daisies will sit side by side. I will have a little shelf where my comic books will have equal space as the ones written by Emily Bronte or Rabindranath Tagore. Where no one would judge my choices or inspect their meaning. Where a home will be cozy, and welcome just to house me, my unapologetic self.

It would be so cruel... no. But that's what Dark Hold does, corrupts people and plays with their emotions. It's not a medium to learn the "right path", it basically feeds on your emotional turmoil and conflicts.

I didn't dream it up, right?

Kate: I need a pizza

Kate: I need a pizza

Sexuality is a choice.