“you may call me a dreamer, but I’m not the only one.”
A girl whose heart is a bookcase, and mind is made of silver gossamer webs of glitter and fairy dust and magic.
Hiding stories beneath her pillow, filling her dreams with Midnight(s) in Paris and everything sweet and good.
Often misunderstood, pearl-colored tears turn her soul a pure veil of sea foam.
I'm nonsensical. A modern girl with a romantic streak.