In the victorian language of flowers ivy can stand for loyalty. And yet, in utter betrayal of my expectation, every ivy I've had didn't respond too well to the dark. It's the sun they sought out. I'd argue everyone has some ivy within themselves. I've recently gone back to university for ancient studies. It's exciting and exhausting and I'm so goddamn happy to be back, but my calendar is overflowing. The days feel like weeks, while time flies by in a single breath. I urgently need to get a new coffee machine.