The Artist.

Yesterday, I was in London, taking my older sister Cloe to see Moulin Rouge which i thought was the perfect way to celebrate her 35th birthday, 2nd time watching it for me and id happily go see it again, the voices the colours, the storyline. I felt good, like I was seeing and feeling the person I'm working towards becoming. Grateful for the journey of becoming, in the picture I see HER as a free-living artist who has her own art gallery, whose purpose is giving back. A woman so secure within herself. I want to say happy, but I'd rather use the word peaceful. In her forever era of not keeping quiet when anyone makes her feel uncomfortable, still trying to work out how I came learned not to give back the discomfort that someone has the audacity to put onto me. Yeah, no, you can take it the fuck back, babe. Having deeper feelings of good vibes on her greys! A better wardrobe that screams her personality. The older I'm getting, the more appreciation I have for life, and it's already a lot. i cant wait to wake up tomorrow.

Nothing but Love.

T xoxo