thir. teen.

This is it, I've been thirteen for one week, exactly. I was blessed with so many presents, and memories, and am overall so, extremely, super duper, very-berry, cherry on top-ly happy.
This is it.
I. Am. A. Teenager.
I've had to break it up in my head almost every night. And I'm not quite sure it's sunk in. I had a gorgeous, colourful party and all my friends were so sweet and kind, it was overwhelming.

A special thanks to Millie, the necklace you gave me is incredible, I cannot get myself to take it off!

I've got to go to a BBQ,
Merry-Almost-Christmas,
With love... and cupcakes,

~ Lotus

Tinkly

You know when you get the feeling you're a big blue butterfly, ready to spring up into the air.
The feeling of total freedom and having accomplished more than a few things.
The feeling of being pure and fresh.
The type of feeling that when it's raining, you want to dance and sing and laugh outside, getting drenched.
Or, when it's sunny you want to run hours and hours on end. Barefoot, close to the Earth, eating fruit and absorbing the light.
The feeling that you heart is bursting, and not the ugly way: not bursting with sorrow, but with joy and peacefulness.
You know that feeling?


Yes, so do I.

The Garden

It was the perfect-ness of it all that was pulling me in: the fresh smell of dew, the multi-colored flowers and the little dancing butterflies. There was a stone birdbath placed in the centre. I felt peaceful and serene. I had to take a step in; to lean on that oak tree and take all of it in. I couldn’t simply just walk off like a passerby; I needed to be part of this beauty. It was as if nature had put all effort into this garden… It seemed un-real, a fantasy, a painting. Somewhere that any being would be lured. I cautiously opened the gate, cringed when it creaked and walked in.