❝Vision that stills the world, becomes the storm.❞
Tom Johnson, from “Vermeer” (via the-final-sentence)
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Reych. Law Student. Forever Young. I could be bipolar. Reading is like breathing. Cynical. I find myself agreeing with Jean-Paul Sartre's Existentialism. I don't know if that makes me an existentialist. I like pretty things--but I may have an entirely different concept on what pretty means. Sometimes I write poetry, sometimes I write stories. Most of the time I don't want anyone to read them. I enjoy the pitter patter of raindrops. Gemini, if that matters. My dream is to fly. I mean that literally and otherwise. Oh, and... Hello.