Cookie Supreme.

I want to live only for ecstasy. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometer. An eclectic mix of ruffled bedsheets, waking up in the morning to sunshine on your pillow, the beckoning lukewarm sea water, jumping off cliffs in an attempt to discover yourself, fogs of occasional nebulous nostalgia — the simple things in life.

Rainbow Sorbet.

We all fall in love with a sunset or a sunrise, but the sun has never set or risen in it’s existence, it’s stayed in one position and we have hurtled ourselves through space to see it from all sides. The truth has never changed and as together as you glue yourself to someone else, to their name or clothes or world, you will still have two layers of skin between yourselves.