a cup of cosmic tea

you're sixteen and sitting in the soft light of a hidden sun


something you love

your breath seems to come quicker when you're doing something you love (either that or slower) my breath comes quick when i'm dancing and slows way down when i draw when i laugh my breathing's all funny and when i sit in the sun I'm steady isn't it funny how opposite things sometimes aren't different … Continue reading something you love


am i invincible or am i falling do i have no control or do i have thousands of choices in every second being a teenager is a paradox being human is a paradox both lovely and absolutely terrifying