Latitude

It's a shame you don't know what you're running from...

How do i even begin to describe every vein in a butterfly's wing, every single one of the million turquoises it can be in every different light, and just the next four footprints i'll show to the dust, from the thousands that are yet to be mapped onto the globe. And where they will be?

Arete

Today, Tom saved my life.

It was the first time in a good while that my severe inability to cross roads (coupled with my oh-so helpful rabbit in headlights response) actually almost got me run over for real, but luckily i had a Tom right there to intervene, or rather to delay what's been coming my way for a long time. One of these days...

Thx bbz (;

Orchid

Puella, puellam, puellae

I am quite ill.

Having gone through an entire box of tissues & all motivation to work in my sorry state, i have settled for listening to the Alice in Wonderland soundtrack (original Disney), reading the original manuscript on the British Library website, & tumbling down, down, down into my Missing-Oxford rabbit-hole.

I want a Chloe to take care of me, but because i am ever so lucky, i have a Milly who came back with Fortnum & Mason chocolate for me, despite having given up chocolate for lent herself (how selfless), & a Lottie bearing further chocolatish delights, & flowers. 

Oh my ears & whiskers, how late it's getting!

Orchid

Eighteen

YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS COS WE'RE YOUNG AND IN LOVE.

Quartz

Stress, according to our psychology lecture today, is the perception of too little time for the tasks at hand, which causes physiological changes. So what does that make me? There is no time. I need more time, more minutes in an hour and on my phone. I want more time to sleep, more time to write- i had the most amazing week last week, in particular the most amazing Monday, & i'm afraid that i'll forget it all because i haven't had the time to write. And even now, i don't, i write this eyes-closed, dreams-calling, wind-singing-a-lullaby. 

And so to bed.

Orchid.