Coming home and metaphorically taking off the little hat they make me wear to reveal my antennae, pulling off the shirt I have covering my wings, existing in my own space as what I truly am
so the obvious choice for blue and purple to me is butterfly pea flower tea, but anyone can tell you to buy dried butterfly pea blossoms and then steep them to make an herbal tea so i went to find something a bit more complex. this recipe includes simple syrup, which can be bought or made. its really simple to make simple syrup, so i'll include instructions on how to make that as well
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup water
add water to sugar in a small saucepan over medium heat, stirring until the sugar dissolves. let it cool, then pour into a clean jar and lid it. it'll keep in your fridge for about one month
1 teaspoon dried butterfly pea flowers
1 cup water
1 tablespoon simple syrup
1/4 cup milk, dairy or non-dairy
optional: tapioca pearls cooked according to their packaging instructions
bring the water to a boil in a small pot and add the butterfly pea flowers. turn off the heat and steep for 5 minutes. when it reaches a rich blue color, discard the flowers and let tea cool
if using tapioca pearls, add them to the bottom of a 16 oz mug or glass. add ice and pour cooled tea. add 1 tablespoon simple syrup and milk of your choice
The stars are calling.
I want to answer, but I don't remember how.
I don't know if I ever knew.
Far out of my reach;
I am permanently grounded.
I can do nothing but watch.
They're reflected in my eyes,
In my tears,
An answer locked away.
I have painted my nails bronze, shiny and subtly sparkly, and it is doing absolute wonders for me right now, as is the long black skirt
I can no longer be silent on the matter
Actual images of me
Quite interesting really, to see the same themes from roughly eight years ago resurfacing once again, though with a much different emotional flavor to it.
Interesting playlist development in not just including quieter music and synthpop but also including alt rock and post punk
Oh this is my blog! I can put insects here!
How to describe the indescribable? Pale like moonlight, melancholy and desire perfectly intertwined; no one to tell that I'm here.