A Quarter Century. || 21st of September, 2018

It’s my birthday. Thank you, universe, for deciding to put me on this planet. Thank you, world, for being so endlessly interesting and inspiring.

What’s ahead?

What’s waiting?

What adventures, what mysteries and storms?

I wonder. I’m excited.

Here’s to never growing old and always rising up.

Here’s to youth. Here’s to living.

f you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.

Is this a threat, and if yes, are you threatening me with my own writing?

(It’s working. Very scary. Please don’t.)