He’s everywhere. Everywhere I go, everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, he’s there. He’s talking to me, laughing with me, listening to me, arguing with me, joking around with me. Messing with my head. He’s everywhere. Sometimes, our hands touch, our eyes meet, our laughs resonate and my heart soars. He’s everywhere. Even in my […]Read More Everywhere
So I had a final today. It was a 3 hours dissertation on the European Court of Human Rights. And it was a total disaster. No one was expecting this question or this type of exam. And as I was complaining on the phone to my mom about how unfair all this is, she asked […]Read More The trials and tribulations of finals
In my personal dictionary, the book that holds all of my truest and deepest emotions, there are a couple of words I dread. I dread the word “Sickness”, I dread the word “Death”, I dread the word “Loneliness” and I dread the word “Love”. And these last couple of weeks, I’ve really been thinking about […]Read More THAT kind of love.
I had a hard time sleeping last night and as always, when this happens, I find myself on Youtube listening to music & watching late night shows videos. So last night, as I was catching up on the latest videos of The Voice USA, I stumbled upon some videos of past seasons. One of them […]Read More Teen Throwback : Amanda Brown 🎤
My history with love hasn’t been the greatest one or the most prolific over the years. If we had to do a movie about my life, I would probably play the role of the supportive & loyal best friend, scheming & thinking of ways to bring the two protagonists together than of the main character, […]Read More Philophobia
Being Mary Jane. Mary Jane Paul is a news anchor who has a successful career but is experiencing some troubles in her personal life and one too many heartaches. That seemed like the perfect pitch for a lazy girly weekend. So I indulged in binge watching from Saturday night all through this present moment, which […]Read More In Formation 🐝
I hate you. I really do. I hate that you’re not here with me. I hate that I don’t get to see you on a regular, that I don’t get to talk to you everyday, that I don’t get to touch you whenever I want. I hate the thought of you because it’s just another […]Read More I hate…