I am a fountain of youth. Tuesday, October 7, 2014. Wednesday, December 4, 2013. People say New York is too full, too dirty and too mean.

This feels a little weird. Part of blogging behind shiny perfect filtered pictures. I like the ugly and the real. I hope to catch up with you allllll! Links to this post. That time I quit blogging for a month.

Another summer is slowly coming to an end, the air feels different and the light shifts. Maybe I need to go back to the US, to California or New York, some place where there are people that know and love me. Sweethearts, are you still here? Links to this post.

Disorder and so many lives are effected by it.

Rainbows wept colour all over the street. I love you in the mirror, I love the first thing to touch the thinnest layer of skin stretched taut over my hipbones, the first thing to sigh at the pattern of dents in my ribcage. What more could I do, darling, what more could I do? Monday, 8 June 2015. And I love to live so pleasantly.

Cheating my no-coffee rule for an almond milk raspberry mocha. October went by incredibly fast.

A man with a white hat painting a white fence. A soccer bal and insightful eyes. A bell ringing and leaves being picked up by the wind. A tram packed with people, sweaty palms. A salesman and an on repeat morning commute playlist. A tiny baby and tender smiles from strangers. A coffee cup and a quiet hello from an usual corner of the street. A bus that arrives too late, so many lives passing by. A day, unfolding and unfolding and unfolding.

It was a chilly but incredibly sunny day, which gave us the perfect opportunity to snap lots of pictures. This week marked my third Christmas in London and I celebrated it with Rosianna. At noon it was finally time to eat a.