Me
The Boy/Frank (actually called Daniel)
Miss Zoe Bloom a 9 month Scottie dog floosy.

I'm sitting watching trashy films whilst eating sugar and making memories.
Travelling.
Reading.

Lace. Gesso. Paper and a pen.

green. black. pink. orange.

When life feels too big and hard to get through, I choose to find beauty in the detail. And a little comic relief.

Dude. I couldn't possibly answer this.

Sometimes when we loose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies… A familiar hand on our skin, A kind and loving gesture, Or a subtle encouragement, Or a loving embrace, Or an offer of comfort, Not to mention… Nose plugs, An uneaten Danish, Soft spoken secrets, Fender Stratocasters, And maybe the occasional piece of fiction, And we must remember all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are in fact here for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. -Stranger Than Fiction

Scottie my ipod. tulips. books. tall soya vanilla lates. mascara, my brothers.