Historias de Kneeldownforzayn

In which I grab all the smiles promised to me.

Where do they go, these dreams of mine? Do they live? Do they die? Do they fall? Do they fly? Paper Dreams ©, Mahak, 2017. All rights reserved.

〝Dear Ava, You were made to create, to love, to grow, to be infatuated with life and sharing pieces of yourself with the universe. You were made...