The Sun is rising again and my sore eyes burn. Shadows kept me awake in the dark all night. Again. Every time I close my eyes, the delicate contours of your face is all I can see. These dreams from the memories we shared usually turns into nightmares. I remember and I burn. I remember … More Burn.
We all like to immerse ourselves in our own little bubble sometimes. His is filled with music. @steve_roumeg 📸 What your bubble is filled with ? #photography #blackandwhite #photograph #creative #art #moodygrams #mood #thoughts #ideas #inspiration #artistfound #shooterssociety #visuals #model #story #music #bubble #mindfulness A post shared by Kelly Ro Photography (@kellyrophotography) on Apr 29, … More What your bubble is filled with ?
Greetings from a tiny island in the middle of the ocean ! 👣 I've been neglecting my hobbies for a while. I was wasting time on social medias when i saw a post about the talented #MarkSeliger and went to watch his amazing work once again. It gave me so much inspiration. I haven't been … More “Mrs Sandwoman: Cold feet, Cold heart”
A long time ago, i realised that some truths are harder to accept than others. However, i only understood it on a sunny summer day, sitting patiently on the stone edge of the biggest garden of my hometown. I remember admiring this girl from afar, thinking about how she looked so simply stunning. But then, … More The truth is…
A new year is coming, along with all these unanswered questions still swirling in my mind. Last year, thanks to my younger brother’s love and bravery, we moved abroad for the first time. We now live on a tiny island, next to Africa. A thing i couldn’t dream of when i was a kid. This … More What would you do if you weren’t afraid ?
While i was scrolling down tumblr, i stumbled on this long post about anxiety. I always am struggling to explain what is anxiety; how i am feeling or what triggers it. So, instead of trying to explain what it is, i’ll just share this post with you, here. Anxiety isn’t just having a hard time … More Anxiety is… Written by Brittany Nichole Morefield
Most of my life was spent thinking i would feel better once i’d move away from the city i grew up in. My hometown. Full of memories making me feel my own sorrow and despair. I always blamed this city and the people in it. It’s much easier to blame others than to blame yourself. Alas, … More The only way out is in.
It is a common thing when you’re young to not be comfortable with who you are. As a kid, you didn’t have to worry every day about even the smallest things, like the way you look or what other people would think about you if you did something odd. Then, suddenly, you’re growing up, faster … More The worst loneliness is…
Dear Strangers of the Internet, – Please, don’t mind my poor attempt at blogging this week. I’m simply bad at it and i’m totally fine with it, like many other aspects of my life. Or at least, i’m good at pretending i’m fine with it. – Sunday night. Christmas is coming. You know what that … More A Sunday night with The Holiday.
She was the girl in the park. She was the light in the dark. I knew then i couldn’t trust my heart. Of all the moments we had, this is the the saddest part. K.