Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.

~Shakespeare [Macbeth]


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Basic Information:

Name: Ezra
Pronouns: he/him
Sexuality: Bisexual. 

Finished Storys:



~What we lost in the sky~
~Lovely~

Note:

I'm inactive on Wattpad. Don't read the klance fanfictions, they're VERY old.