All That Glitters

I am nineteen years alive and study the wonderful, crazy world of architecture at university. My favourite story is the one where a guy called Jesus loved me so much that He chose to die for me on a cross.

I love the little things. You can buy me pretty things and take me places, but five years down the track, I'm more likely to remember the way the corner of your eyes scrunch up when you laugh, or how we ran around a playground in the pouring rain. Hugs are welcome, always, as well as lyrical waxings about Disney dreams and fairy-tales. Part of me is waiting to see if they really do come true.

I guess you could say I'm a bit of a sentimentalist. I keep all the tickets from every movie I have ever seen, in the hope of one day turning them into something that I haven't decided on. I want more creativity, more love and madness of the good kind, and rainy summer afternoons where all that matters is the page of the book in front of me.

Coffee cheers my soul, as do baby bulldogs, and smiles from strangers and old acquaintances. So if I ever have that privilege to cross your mind, let me know that I have. I'll always send a smile back, promise.