Warsaw

Nothing hurts like words.

Wind

Waiting for the winter. β€œWind is the sacred music of the leaves; wherever and whenever the wind blows, over there leaves start their holy dancing frantically!” Mehmet Murat ildan

Chameleon nails

I think I don’t have enought time. For anything. I would like to have 48 hours a day. To learn for example πŸ™‚ It will be nice! Today I would like to present my nails. I hope that you like them. πŸ™‚ Something different photo than usual.