This blog has no particular order, no schedule, no limits, just the chaotic ranting of a teenage girl stuck in permanent fascination with the world around her. Who wishes to day dream her life away and somehow also dabble in culture and the arts. Think of this as a crawl space, a place to put old mugs of tea and grab a good read. A coffee table in which you can discuss poetry and paintings. A place for musings and serenity. Welcome to my sanctuary.

in his blue gardens, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars