confessions

by miette

via kinfolk

via kinfolk

via into the gloss

i’m a daydreamer. major daydreamer. constantly drawing some sketch or building a world in my head over my argula salad (the kind with figs and bits of bacon). most recently i’m back to my 10 yr old self, daydreaming of having flowing locks of grey hair. i’ve asked maria one too many times, and have received two too may adamant no’s. is it because i long for that instant regal wisdom that having gray hair seems to bring or i’m still fascinated with being storm from x-men? both. totally both. – chantel