Sitting behind learning desk for three weeks is making me nausea.
My concentrate is slowly become less and less.
I allowed the smart side of my brain to rest a bit.
Hope for full recovery of unconcentrated after this post.
Dreams are made to dream.
Duties are made for reality.
Romantic me dream of Cherry Trees in the park, lace satin dresses.
I can't stop thinking about these nude shades and platform wedges...
I kinda love the way dark roots begin to show on bleached hair.