I TRY TO PUT COSMIC INTERCONNECTEDNESS INTO WORDS.

dear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?

a collection of thoughts that always abruptly en

what's an adventure without a little bad blood?

Lydia and Ray are polar opposites, so when Ray finds himself drawn to her , it doesn't make sense. With both of their lives changing rapidly, Lydia must realise that it's okay to be weak and, more importantly, it's okay to love. Can they force themselves to change before their relationship becomes a mere memory? Or is it all just a lost cause?