Prisanti Putri. Tumblr. An exit of boredom. An entrance of randomness. Email. Picture and anything close to it. My main blog is here, but this one is fine. Have a nice day :)
Sometimes, I dream a place like this to exist. With ground that made from clouds, where we can touch flower from candy and butterflies made from straw and soda. With colors surround us, like bubble gum which always pops.