Five years in the future, Daddy would teach her how to cycle, While mommy braided her soft hair. Ten years in the future, Daddy would teach her to ride a bike, While mommy would teach her the family recipes. Fifteen years in the future, Daddy would tell her about world politics, And mommy would teach … Continue reading In the future
I had an absolutely beautiful day today, one of the days where I can actually say that I picked my head up, moved on and didn’t let anyone take control of my mood. After travelling about half an hour to meet my best friend, I had a lovely time catching up with her, after which … Continue reading Beautiful day.
So it’s my grandmother’s seventieth birthday! Old much? You know, it’s strange to think about how many experiences one goes by over the span of seventy years, and even more so, how many of them do they remember? I’m currently fourteen, and when I look at her, it’s just baffling to even think of living … Continue reading Happy birthday Grandma!
As you may have very well noticed, the blog address is now a veil of innocence. Why I picked this? I have absolutely no idea, but I somewhere feel like it speaks to me, like it defines me in a way. A little bit more than all my narcissism, you know how it is right? … Continue reading A veil of innocence.
So I woke up rather late today, let’s just say it was barely afternoon by the time my eyes fully opened, kinda early don’t you think? The weather was absolutely beautiful considering it was raining at a place where temperatures were peaking to 45°. I spent all of last night talking to my best friend … Continue reading Progressing into positivity.
It’s time for change. It’s time to stop being that girl. I am not someone who will take bullshit from others, I will no longer tolerate people taking me for granted, I won’t say sorry when I’m not at fault and I will most definitely not let any weakness show. And no I’m not doing … Continue reading Change.
Sitting in my bed, talking to my best friend. I just realized something. Something I wish I could escape forever. I don’t love you, I mean how can one love someone they don’t even know. I’m in love with an idea of you, an image you portray, a fragment in my mind that doesn’t exist. … Continue reading Nine months, seven days and counting…