This mesmerizing popcorn ceiling…
These never ending thoughts…
This song…
The frozen time stamp…
Those looping dreams…
This is my night.
When the leader of the bad guys sang something soft and soaked in pain, I heard the echo from his secret hideaway… -Twenty One Pilots
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A human heart ❤ with a mechanical mind 👽 Writing started out as an escape for me, then somewhere along the way it became my passion. The pen speaks for me when my lips fail to. My past demons are now my life lessons. Love loudly & hate silently.
Cali girl, born and raised. My family & friends are my everything. Beach baby, foodie, coffee addict, bookworm, writer, blogger, movie buff, music maniac, night owl.
With a cup of coffee in my hand and a piece of honesty from you, I'll bring my walls down and show you my unguarded soul.
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