Journaling

My Dreams Can Wait A Day

Nails painted neon red. Cozied up in Momma's fleece sweater while I type away. All I need now is hot cocoa, and a movie. It's that kind of day... I don't want to have a care in the world. At least for a few minutes. Make that a couple more hours.. What's due tomorrow does not… Continue reading My Dreams Can Wait A Day