I have these crazy dreams sometimes.

And it’s so bittersweet because it’s a dream but it feels so real, so vivid, so crazy.

And I don’t even remember the details half the time. Just that they felt so fucking.. Real.

And then I wake up.

And it’s just gone.


“We all have our own life to pursue, our own kind of dream to be weaving. And we all have some power to make wishes come true, as long as we keep believing.”
Louisa May Alcott


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