today is my last day of being sixteen.
my oh my oh my.
this feels very weird to me, i feel like i only just got used to being 16 & now 364 days have crept up on my like a sneaky sneaky... thing.
i'm afraid i couldn't think of a better way to end that simile, sorry =/
i have been rubbish at posting lately, but tomorrow i will post some birthday shenanigans & then at the weekend i shall write with news of my arty adventure (fingers crossed), okay?
for now, here is a quote i found on t'internet which, to me, seems like the loveliest thing ever right now.
dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.