I am a hopeless romantic. I can spend minutes and hours and days and weeks and months and years and decades mulling over something so trivial as love. I marvel people who can produce beautiful things with their hands, putting every ounce of effort, sweat, passion and determination in it. I appreciate art with all of my being. I dream I could write. I worry too much about global warming and the greenhouse effect, and how we are slowly, negligently destroying the only thing humanity has in common: the Earth. There is a big list that pertains to me in which all of my fictional boyfriends are listed. Sometimes I believe I think too much, sometimes I believe I think too little. I still believe in medieval stories, where the strong knight had to come and rescue the damsel in (not necessary) distress. I adjust.

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These are the scars that silence carved on me. Teen 4/5 5 1 Yes 559
He doesn't love her and she doesn't love him but they both have had their hearts broken by the people they would give their lives for and it doesn't matter anymore. [drabble; jacob/leah; jacob/bella]

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