Heart.

Ain't It Lucky.

Here's a new song I've been working on. Figured I'd be brave.

Ain't it funny, how sometimes when it rains, it really pours.
All at once, everything decides to blow down the door.
Ain't it lucky, how it always seems to catch you off guard.


Ain't it frightening, how everything is hanging by a thread.
One wrong move, and the world you know could come to an end.
In that moment, you'll pray to God to catch your heart.
As it falls through your chest.


Honey hold your head up, the sun ain't gone down yet.
Honey hold your head up, the sun ain't gone down yet.
Honey hold your head up, the end hasn't come yet.
Honey hold your head up, the sun ain't gone down yet.
All you gotta do, is just trust me on this one.
Just trust me on this one.

Another Favourite.

Angus and Julia Stone. Siblings, Australians, talented musicians, what more is there to say.

"Big Jet Plane".

Next On The List.

 Can you say delightful. After stumbling upon this lovely recipe, I decided it was my duty to recreate such a wonderful treat myself. When I do, I'll be sure to upload the result.

Midnight.

Made it home from the beach today. A four hour drive back from the lovely Hilton Head Island. I could very well say that it is my favourite escape.. So....captivating it is. The Ocean. It's almost as if romance just hangs in the air. Preying on the hearts of the young. The hearts of the innocent, the light-minded. 
Purity blows so effortlessly through their hair. And though heartbreak doesn't lie too far behind me, I must confess that that very same romance, that very same purity, also blows through mine...