I was mauled by butterflies in my next-to-wake-up dream today. Yellow and white. It isn't as pleasing or cute as it may seem, though. They were flicking so, and every time I rubbed a bunch off my shirt, more would come in groups and land somewhere else. I think they were mad or else in love. link to this post ~ 1:34 PM |
blog_sibylla (English version) - by Simone Campos |
New novel Don't bother to buy any of it, it's all in Portuguese. |
Bygones |
More of the same |