A girl who writes
For the whole of today, I’ve been working on content for the new Project Edge website. In the fuss and bustle of life, I had forgotten how wonderful it is to care about what it is you’re writing, to obsess and pore over each word that flows from my fingers… I remember days curled up in the window seat, nose stuck in any book I can lay my hands on, brushing away lace curtains...
I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable,...– Agatha Christie (via misswallflower)
Here it comes. The make or break. If tomorrow goes well, it should be all smooth sailing from now on. If not…
I’ve been trying for the last 20 minutes to think of a picture that reminds me of the smell of coffee. I wish technology was good enough so that smells could be transported. Coffee smells red to me, strangely. Velvet curtain red. Mmmm.