I teach gently how to breathe.

One day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea, but for now we are young. Let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see.

I write for a living.

239. but now you are talking as if love were a consolation. simone weil warned otherwise. "Love is not consolation," she wrote. "it is light." 240. All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.

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I am 18 and Captive. Female and Captivating. Music is my Life. Music is 'Just' being.