I am usually buried under a book, listening to music and thinking about stars. If you manage to find me, we'll meet in a fantasy land of your choice and have a cup of rainbow.


Either I'm too sarcastic for my own good, that it takes my friends the amount of time I take for two face palms and one kick in the butt as a punishment for opening my mouth to understand what I speak, or I'm really delusional about my sense of sarcasm. 
You'd have come to the  realisation by now, that it's the latter of the two after reading that clear as tangle sentence. 

I’m waiting for the day when everyone stops hiding behind pretenses, removes their judgmental goggles and accepts & appreciates their fellow beings for who they really are.