.414 banana

knock. knock. | who's there? | banana. | banana who?

knock. knock. | who's there? | banana. | banana who?

knock. knock. | who's there? | orange. | orange who?

orange you glad i didn't say banana?

.411 liquid serenity

with the medicines i'm on, it truly baffles me when a ruthless migraine still slips through.

(but, indeed, slip through, they do)

pffft.

sneaky little aneurysm.

.160 day 137

there is nothing in the mind that cannot be calmed with tea...and solitude.

(at least...for me)

.093 day 78

.019 day 9

this mug is ritualistic for me. the first time my heart was broken, i drank cranberry and chamomile tea every morning for a month straight. after that, it became my comfort mug. whenever life dealt me blows, i sought it out and steeped tea in peace and sipped my way back to sanity. 

*soft sigh*

these days i favor mint.