Everything you own in the box to the left

Beyoncé – Irreplaceable

I’m all about old Beyonce honestly. Feel free to check out my throwback Spotify playlist:


It’s basically a playlist consisting of the popish (and ballads too I think) songs I used to listen to back then. My pop-punk music deserves a separate playlist, might share that sometime in the future. We’ll see. Continue reading “Everything you own in the box to the left”


Hey, you’ll be fine, promise

Hey, you’ll be fine, promise

Two years ago, on February 9th, 2015, a twenty one year old girl fell in love. At first sight, he seemed like everything she ever wanted. Tall, dorky looking, she felt none other than butterflies.

They went to study abroad together for a few months. So yeah, she first met him at the airport. Fate, eh?

But love, oh, it crushes. Without mercy. Continue reading “Hey, you’ll be fine, promise”

I should be writing essays, not stories

I can’t even look at myself in the mirror, I’m ashamed. Inside and out, I am filled with self loathing. Overweight. Selfish. Greedy. I hate my reflection because I don’t like what I see. I see and aspire to be more like people around me, but that’s all there is. I keep beating myself up on the inside, dreaming of a perfection that is so out of reach. Thinking of ways to begin to better myself. I’m a disappointment, to everyone around me and myself. How does one change? How does one even begin to change? Does it begin with self-acceptance? Self-love? And how does one fall in love with themselves?

I have to go. Talk again later maybe.


The feeling I thought was set in stone, it slips through my fingers

Sharing with you my current favourite song. Was listening to this song on repeat while waiting for my sister, staring at the clouds, the sky, watching birds fly by. It would be nice to make a video with this music. Maybe someday.

Give it a listen. And let me know what you think of the song, I would love to know your thoughts.

Write again soon.


And freedom, and falling

Dean Lewis – Waves

“Yeah. Maybe they’ll save it, all the pieces.

Store it in the town hall attic, rebuild it in a hundred years,

Wonder who the hell we were.”

– Jughead, Riverdale S01e04

Finally caught up with Riverdale just in time for the new episode. I still believe Jughead is my favourite (those last 99 seconds, I absolutely love). My room is currently dark, just the way I like it. And I am feeling quite lonely. It is really quiet here, and I am wondering whether or not I should eat dinner. If yes, what should I eat? Contemplating.

I don’t have anything much to say tonight.

Until next time.

Maybe I will eat after all.