✧ Synchronicities.
✧ Standing upside down against the wall.
✧ Romeo + Juliet. The visuals. The pace. The language. The madness.
✧ Hours in the forest by myself.
✧ Sunbathing.
✧ His soothing voice on the phone.
✧ Making pizza rolls from scratch with puff pastry dough.
✧ Feeling flushed & red cheeks.
✧ Spring-themed home decor.
✧ The worshippers of earth, of nature, of beauty, of fresh smells, of dirt, of running, of fun.
✧ Being childlike.
✧ Windows wide open.
✧ Making bracelets with elephant charms with folk music in the background.
✧ My honesty & transparency & lack of shame & fierce character.
✧ Plans with dad to go to the nursery and get ourselves a ton of plants, herbs, spices & flowers.
✧ Lots of sudden creative ideas & putting them in the 100 Things to do in 2014 list.
✧ Up at 5'45am fresh like a rose and bathing until 6'30.
✧ Walking around naked cause it's finally warm enough.
✧ Ginger, turmeric, cayenne, cinnamon, clove drinks.
✧ Profound conversations with my sister, the tireless listener.
✧ Thoughts of the beach and imagining the smell of salt water.
✧ "I'm half child half ancient" Björk.
✧ Wild flowers inside the house.
✧ Baking cakes.
✧ Magpies.
✧ Constantly turned on. By e v e r y t h i n g.
✧ Channeling the turn-on and pouring it onto objects, humans, plants, activities.
✧ Hypersensitivity & Hyperactivity.
✧ Total acceptance of my protruding bones (people don't know but I'm insecure about how skinny my body is).
✧ "Time is on your side, and 'no' is never forever" I really needed to hear that, thank you ♥
✧ Misogynistic cisnormative disney-inspired children's books that engulf me & take me to happy carefree fairylands.
✧ Pink flower pots outside shops.
✧ European villages with cobbled streets.
✧ Life in Avonlea & at Green Gables.
✧ Giving myself freedom. Cause nobody else will give it to you.