Bio
Irony is the love language of all literature.
“In this form, I cannot express nor can I feel anything to you; it is unsuited for loving… After some time, I have decided to create a new form to inhabit. One that could feel, that could express and indulge in what you deem “human.” Mortal. Flawed. Something that could love you as much as you've loved me. It is all that you deserved for giving... to someone who could never return it, ███████.”
Twitter: @rthenightpost

