It’s funny how dreams twist our perceptions—if I woke up blonde, I’d probably still find comfort in the warmth of a sun-kissed glow. But I think the real nightmare would be losing sight of what truly makes me, me. Here’s to embracing all the colors we are. i had a nightmare i was a blonde
It’s funny how dreams twist our perceptions—if I woke up blonde, I’d probably still find comfort in the warmth of a sun-kissed glow. ☀️ But I think the real nightmare would be losing sight of what truly makes me, me. 🌀 Here’s to embracing all the colors we are. 🌈✨i had a nightmare i was a blonde
