I can’t write a word concerning anything in my novel tonight no matter how hard I try. But I can write an entire free verse poem on how I can’t write…thanks brain.
The ramblings of a gloriously interminable eighteen year old female. This blog may shelter terminological inexactitudes.
I'm a dauntless born seventh year at Torchwood, studying to be a shadowhunter, trying to escape the Enclave. I survived the Reichenbach Fall, a couple Dalek invasions, and the Delirium.
Now excuse me while I go to my mind palace and brace myself, because winter is coming.
I'm a dauntless born seventh year at Torchwood, studying to be a shadowhunter, trying to escape the Enclave. I survived the Reichenbach Fall, a couple Dalek invasions, and the Delirium.
Now excuse me while I go to my mind palace and brace myself, because winter is coming.
posted 11:23 pm on Tuesday, July 24, 2012
