hi lovies, it’s been a while again!
a few days ago, a girl came up to me. i had always looked up to her, at how easily she talked to everyone and her amazing laugh and she is just super sweet. she came up to me and asked if i used to be insecure. how i got better at being self confident. it was weird because to me, she really didn’t seem like someone with insecurities. of course, everyone has them, but i tend to forget that. i tend to think that everyone feels so great about themselves and that everyone is in relationships but me and i tend to forget that that is not the case. it’s important to remember that everyone is going through battles that you have no clue about so you should always be as kind as possible, to everyone. even to unkind people, they probably need it most. anyways, i thought i’d write again because writing > all else and because i want to help that girl and everyone else who might need help feeling stronger about themselves and also as a gentle reminder for myself, because yes, most of the time i’m confident lately, but far from always.
Continue reading “how to be confident 🙂 12 practical tips”
i get overwhelmed. easily. in both ways, good and bad. i have many ups and downs. i get a dm on instagram with a super sweet message, telling me i inspired that person or a picture of a drawing they made of me, and i start crying.
my mom tells me they saw the person who dumped me like trash on their walk in the forest with her other best friend (that they didn’t dump) and i need to remind myself to breathe so i don’t have a panic attack. i need to run upstairs. be alone. cry. isolate. why am i so sensitive? it’s so easy to let a clean room transform into a mess but it’s so fucking hard to put myself to clean the mess up again.
it’s very tiring sometimes to feel so much. so deeply. to cope with intense emotions 24/7.
maybe that’s why i love reading so much. reading is so easy. it’s an alternative universe. the characters have a life and your own problems do not exist in that world. it’s a gasp of air to hide in another world. snuggle down, only the blankets, the fairylights, the rain tickling the window and my book and me. a world without any pressure or problems that are mine. you can read about things and fantasize even though they might never happen to you. it’s so soft in my books.
Continue reading “the last three books i read and why i loved them so much”
the new year’s almost here. woah. i think 2017 has been the weirdest and hardest and most beautifulest and most horrendous year in my life so far. tons of ups and downs. i really hope that 2018 is going to be just as beautiful or better, and preferably a bit let horrendous. maybe a bit more balanced. that would be a breath of fresh air, i’m sighing writing this. last year i wrote a list of things i wanted to do this year and i also reflected on that in my last post, so i am now going to write another list for the upcoming year, to set some goals for myself, to create hope and excitement for the 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours that are to come.
Continue reading “write and write and write.”
hi. wow. this is weird.
maybe you noticed. it’s been a while. my last blogpost was published three and a half, almost four months ago. in those months, my words have found their way out of my brain either through instagram captions, through texts at my (ex?) best friend or through a pen and little notebooks. lately i’ve emptied pens at an incredibly high speed. i wasn’t safe anywhere but my diary, and the thoughts needed to get out of my brain. they had to get out, to transform into sentences to clear the messy chaos or chaotic mess that is my head.
Continue reading “hiya i’m back at it again”
hi my cool blog-friends.
you may have noticed, it’s been a while since i showed up on my little website. a few months, actually. i used to post way more often on here. why? what was the reason of my absence? was it laziness? lack of time, motivation? probably a mixture of all those. it wasn’t the lack of ideas in any case, i had enough of those. i just focused more on youtube, instagram, friendships, myself. i posted a lot of pictures, a few videos, went on holidays with my family and on a weekend with my best friend, went to two festivals (i vlogged both but only edited the first one yet) and i worked the whole month of august. i worked in the retirement home and also got attached to lots of old people (hA).
during these months, i learned a lot. probably more than i learn at school. i believe the world and real life are the best teachers. so i’m gonna tell you about some things i learned this summer. Continue reading “some things i learned this summer”
☁ nature. the sun passionately but gently kissing my cheeks and the rain flowing over my face, flushing away my regrets.. the wind gently yet fiercely blowing through my window while i’m in my bed, cozily reading under my protecting blankets and being in another world. the grass tickling me between my bare toes. birds singing and thunder cracking.
☁photography and film. the fact that i have the ability to capture moments for ever. and share them with the world. Continue reading “a few things i’m grateful for”
“Charliee! Wake up! We’re going to Bio-Planet!” As every Saturday morning, we would be going to two organic supermarkets to buy food. I opened my eyes and gave a look at my clock. 7:37 a.m. (tbh I’m not entirely sure anymore what time it was but I wanted to write down something so this is a guess okay) I looked up at the sky and got overwhelmed by a flush of gratefulness running through my entire body as I realized it was the weekend and I didn’t have school. The sky was grey and there were raindrops laying on the glass. I smiled and curled up a little more under my duvets. I slowly let myself get back into the waken world again. After a few minutes I swung my legs gently out of the bed and stretched. I made a quick messy bun and wanted to take a glance in the mirror to see if I was kinda presentable. When I laid my eyes on myself, my heart skipped a beat. In red lipstick, someone wrote “i am enough ♡“. I looked at it and I stopped breathing for a second. Tears moved into my eyes. I ran into my bathroom/atelier/art room and looked in the mirror that was there. It said the exact same. I went to my sisters’ room and there as well, the mirror displayed the same letters that had moved me so much. Continue reading “i am enough.”