A utopian who hasn’t reached the flanks to fly away from the axis—that coming under into the woebegone. To adore and to cherish when you make a new nickname for me. Truly am, poking around the blissful feelings. Any pronouns are fine but nowadays I’d prefer to be called in stints of feminine ones. Easily to get drained over the energy that I got from my excitement, one day can be more whoop it up, and... One day can be a delicately quiet one. Bear in me. Bad at DMS, but reply with sincerity. I’m trying my best to not let any of your precious messages get abandoned by my lazy hands. No worries, I already reached twenty plus of age. Not a canary anymore that couldn’t get the paramount over bohemian soil. Not a bookworm but I do love to write what’s inside my brain cells. I apply a messy yet mayhaps can be subpoenaed as brain-rots writings. Somehow can’t be understood, yet somehow easier.