Bonjour. Ni hao. Hola. No matter what language you understand (although I hope it's English, or else reading this would be pointless), I universally extend my greetings. I am a lover of language, a taster of words, an illusionist with expressions and this page is all about me exploring my writing and sharing what I love more than anything in the world. Allow this place to become your home, as it has become mine.

Call me B.W. The initials stand for something quite signifcant to me and if you can guess them, you're offically the coolest person ever and I love you and we should be best friends. Obviously, I aspire to be a writer. I live in a place where the citizens are stars, trying to align with their passions. I love listening to music that is simple yet hypnotic and movies that challenge my mind, television shows that conflict my heart and books that give me a reason to hope.

SONG ON REPLAY: literally everything and anything from Hamilton

CURRENT NEW FAVORITE THING: Hamilton. The hip hop opera (or as I like to call it: a hopera) which has stolen my heart

MY TUMBLR: http://thehoarderofbeautifulthings.tumblr.com/
WRITING TUMBLR: http://apalaceofparagraphs.tumblr.com/

MY GOALS:
-Get 100 reads ☑
-Get 1,000 reads ☑
-Get 10,000 reads ☑
-Get 100,000 reads ☑
-Get 1 million reads [ ]
-Finish a book ☑
-Finish a series ☑
-Get 100 votes ☑
-Get 1000 votes ☑
-Get 100 fans ☑
-Get 1,000 fans ☑
-Get 10,000 fans [ ]
-Be nominated for a Watty [ ]
-Win a Watty [ ]
-Publish a book [ ]
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  • JoinedMarch 31, 2011


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