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.

soon… a new year. || 20th september, 2017.

( p e r s o n a l . )

It may just be a birthday. We all have many of those in our hopefully long lives, so they shouldn’t be special. But they still feel like it.

Tomorrow is mine.

I’m in a new country, for a new degree, full of new stories and with a head and heart that finally feel like they belong to me. I’m nor saying that I’m not afraid of the future, or afraid to lose youth without burning bright. We’re all a bit scared, deep down.

But I’ve got dreams to follow and ways to find, and no time to be hopeless and hollow.

in six days

I’m one year older

learned of worlds yet none the wiser

kissed words to life and lips not once

but young blood runs my veins to pieces

since I became my god and priestess

bubblline:

a certain birthday child asked for iwaoi and who am I to deny this request

Happy Birthday @moami for a great and happy new year in your life

This is so beautiful, Annie! Just like your art always is. They’re wonderful, look at those happy faces and all the fluff. (Didn’t expect anything less romantic from you – rot me with that sweetness.) And of course you know that I adore winter and need cold things. Brilliant! Thank you so, so much, you are a great friend.