One day we will live in a world of dreams.
Sunny skies and clouds the colour of honey.
One day it’ll stop being and we’ll rest in the fields.
Stop and smell the sunflowers.
Unfold our limbs and kick up our heels.
SoCal Resident
Chicago Native.
Witch, Bitchy, Inappropriate.
I reblog things I like.
& Some of the stuff I write.
