Oh the aging process.

It seems to me when we’re little all we want to be is older. Then all of a sudden we reach a point where all we want to be is younger.

Can we not just enjoy where we are? The stage we’re at and what we’re doing? Or are we doomed to forever be in a state of wanting.

Oh life.

p.s. my neglection is due to the fact I just moved into the a new house (an amazing house) and we don’t have internet yet. Typical.

It is never a party without cake. The numbers mean nothing.

Telephone tights.

Shisha. (Disclaimer: smoking this flavoured tobacco does not lead to a nicotine addiction nor the abuse of other drugs, ok overly-PC world? ok.)

All class at all times.

Spy the twinkle in that eye.

Forever and ever.

Proportions.

Lies on the lips.

Hiding in shadows.

Year of the Dragon.

TWIGS. Twigs. twigs.

A mystery in the face.

The Captains mug.

Portraying the self.

Love what you have.

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