FOR ANA
sometimes when i’m flying i look around and wonder why people think the sky’s so big and great when it’s only got three measly colors— blue, white, and gray maybe— hardly the majestic set of ingredients you’d use to bake a slice of heaven.
FOR ANA
sometimes when i’m flying i look around and wonder why people think the sky’s so big and great when it’s only got three measly colors— blue, white, and gray maybe— hardly the majestic set of ingredients you’d use to bake a slice of heaven.