Excuse Me While I Kiss The Sky

I'm just another 19 year old girl next door who was born in the entirely wrong decade. I'm a true romantic 1940's girl at heart. I love art, music & photography. I love reading, especially the classics. I'm a closet Shakespeare junkie. And I am a nail polish junkie, they could make a new rainbow after my nail polish collection.

I'm looking for some inspiration*

I think that’s what’s wrong with the world. No one says what they feel, they always hold it inside. They’re sad, but they don’t cry. They’re happy, but they don’t dance or sing. They’re angry, but they don’t scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed. And that’s the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.