it was someone else's book (one still on the shelf) and all its shades of blue poured in at twelve there were waves along the sideway our underwater promenade a bit like Moses a bit like swimming all while asleep under the linen.


Next year you'll discover magic. You'll survive German classes even though you should have continued with French. For more reasons than one. The boy-you're-desperately-in-love-with-but-doesn't-know-you-exist-because-you've-only-met-twice-and-barely-spoke-to-each-other will fall desperately in love with you too someday. In the meantime, there will be other boys and your heart will break more often than you'd like. But you will learn. … Continue reading #tweetyour16yearoldself