Sweet dreams are made of this,
☁ noctxperpetua
☁ dithcr
who am I to disagree?
(☾☆) — ❝Lord, I’m one, Lord, I’m two, Lord, I’m three, Lord, I’m four Lord, I’m five hundred miles away from home.❞ With her son sitting by her side Rosemary sang softly. Unlike the piano, she hadn’t mastered the guitar so she played a rather simple song. Even so her son didn’t seem to mind. However she feared that the man who approached her did. ❝Oh I’m sorry. Was I being too loud?❞















