Making everything a mystery
One day, she’s going to know. She’ll know your birthday, your middle name, where you were born, your star sign, and your parents names. She’ll know how old you were when you learnt to ride a bike, how your grandparents passed away, how many pets you had, and how much you hated going to school. She’ll know your eye colour, your scars, your freckles, your laugh lines and your birth marks. She’ll know your favourite book, movie, candy, food, pair of shoes, colour, and song. She’s going to know why you’re awake at 5am most nights, where you were when you realised you’d lost a good friend, why you picked up the razor and how you managed to put it down before things went too far. She’s going to know your phobias, your dreams, your fears, your wishes, and your worries. She’s going to know about your first heartbreak, your dream wedding, and your problems with your parents. She’ll know your strengths, weaknesses, laziness, energy, and your mixed emotions. She’s going to know about your love for mayonnaise, your dream of being famous when you were five, your need to quote any film you know all the way through, and your fear of growing older. She’ll know your bad habits, your mannerisms, your stroppy pout, your facial expressions, and your laugh like it’s her favourite song. The way you chew, drink, walk, sleep, fidget and kiss. She’s going to know that you’ve already picked out wedding flowers, baby names, tiles for the bathroom, bridesmaid dresses, and the colour of your bedroom walls. She’s going to know, get annoyed at and then accept that you leave clothes everywhere, take twenty minutes to order a Starbucks, have to organise your DVD’s alphabetically, and check your horoscope… just incase. She’ll know your McDonald’s order, how many sugars to put in your tea, how many scoops of ice cream you want, and that you need your sandwiches cut into triangles. She’s going to know how you feel without you telling her, that you need a wee from a look on your face, and that you’re crying without shedding tears. She’s going to know all of it. Everything. You, from top to bottom and inside out. From learning, from sharing, from listening, from watching. She’s going to know every single thing there is to know, and you know what else? She is still going to love you.

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In love with this.

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This terrifies me and makes me happy all at the same time.

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Jesus Christ - Brand New

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assisted self portrait by Dandelion Queen
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Happy Sunday Ninja & Trouble!
I don’t have a uniform as I’m finishing my BA in Environmental Studies but this picture can speak for my journey over the past 4 years. Nature: trees, plants and all else green, has always been a source of rejuvenation and wonder, bringing me to a deeper part of myself. In my education, I have travelled to many natural places and met people of other cultures that have opened my eyes to the value of living simply and sending good energies into the universe. To me, there’s nothing simpler than getting back to your roots and feeling free in your skin. ~Sera / KHP

I completely agree and my week away with a nice reminder of that as well. I really like your slight little smirk and the shadow the plant casts across your body. Thanks very much for the submission and sharing a part of your studies with us. 

"The hand is the visible part of the brain."
-Immanuel Kant

TT :)

Oh my god!

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