He wasn’t the wisest owl, but a owl who liked wearing glasses. M
My pen can't stop moving. My eyes crave rainbows. My heart swells with light.
(This is a secondary 'scrapbook' account of sorts. I follow back frm DrinkYourLavenderSoda *_^)
I write for Zambarau.com and Purplemag.com
If you think the world should not grow more celebratory of diversity, and more truthful about current-mainstream society's grave abuse of indigenous culture around the world, my writing, however fantastical is not for you.
