Hey, I'm Dimitra🤍

I don't call myself an author-
I'm a storm that learned to hold a pen.
Words aren't my hobby; they're my survival.
If I stop writing, the noise inside me dies...
and so do I.

I don't just write stories.
I break them open and bleed inside them.

I'm neurodivergent. I'm autistic.
I don't write polite, pretty things.
I write fast, raw, unpolished truths before they slip away-
because my thoughts don't wait,
and neither do my characters.

✨ Where Daisies Don't Grow
isn't a love story.
It's a rebellion wearing the skin of a girl.
A manifesto in lipstick, bruises, and unsaid words.
For the misplaced. The "too much." The "not enough."
The ones too emotional to survive quietly-
and too alive to be ignored.

Daisy isn't just a character.
She's my unfiltered voice.
My softness. My rage.
My refusal to exist with an apology.

I didn't study literature.
I lived it. I bled it.
I still do.

If you're here, welcome to the fire.
I write for the real. For the restless.
For the ones who burn.


Let's be friends everywhere 🌙
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