Was it dreamt or was it real? When I look back, I can't tell.
Everyone longs to experience a fairy tale, that perfect fantasy where dream and reality blur. And all you can do is let each day flow into your body and fill your soul.
Was it dreamt or was it real? When I look back, I can't tell.
Everyone longs to experience a fairy tale, that perfect fantasy where dream and reality blur. And all you can do is let each day flow into your body and fill your soul.
I feel a great unity with my fellow Earth residents. Because on every continent, in every country, within every city, there is an asshole.
It's the Great Unifier. Truly.
They may speak a different language. They may eat different foods. But they are assholes just the same.
And so she said Yes.
It was right after a weekend at the Carnevale in Venice.
A romantic weekend like that is just the perfect magnifying glass under the sun. I found a kind of blinding focus that I wouldn't have noticed so easily amongst the cloudy clutter of London.