zoe loved words.
they were always flying around her mind: song lyrics, stanzas of poetry, quotes from her favorite books, sentences she itched to write herself.
her brain was like a dizzying storm,
every raindrop another adjective or noun or verb
that embedded itself in her soul.
a/n: welcome to my new danfic peasants. (jk ily) please stick with me, this one's gonna be cute :) please vote/comment/ share and check out my other stuff!
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quixotic. ↣ d.h.
Fanfiction{ in which dan, a high school boy who loves photography and filmmaking, meets zoe, a girl who loves words (but doesn't love speaking them), in the miserable group their school refers to as 'shy club' }
