I imagined a lot of things. That I would shine. That I'd be good. I'd dwell bareheaded on a summit turning a wheel that would turn the earth undetected, amongst the clouds, I would have some influence; be of some avail.


[icon]https://i.imgur.com/Xuysau0.png[/icon][lz]The Lord gives us wings. He gives us a stomach, we can fly or vomit.[/lz][sign]I had one of those headaches. It kept pounding and got into that crazy realm where the guillotine seems like a good idea.[/sign][fandom]winx club[/fandom][char]стелла[/char][nick]Stella of Solaria[/nick][status]artificial bloom[/status]