If you follow me on Twitter or Instagram, you already know that I went to Ljubljana this month. If you don't, you probably know it too, because I basically shouted it from the rooftops. The reason that I kept going on and on and on about this trip was that it was my first time as a solo traveller. Right after I'd bought my ticket I almost cried with fear when I thought about having...
Some mornings I wake up with tons of ideas for new blog posts, new followers and never-ending excitement. Blogging is something I'm truly passionate about, I write my posts with my heart and pick my images with care (well, most of the time). Waking up on mornings like these is amazing. Yet some mornings I wake up to comments from people asking for follow-for-follows, Twitter and Instagram follows from people who will unfollow if I...
Until a couple of months ago, I didn't know that art journalling was a thing. If people asked me why I was collecting pretty pictures of faraway places, this was my answer: 'I'm glueing them onto notebook pages to make a great big mess.' Then the blogging gods were kind and introduced me to Areeba from Not Your Type Blog. Her art journal is from a whole other level, but it gave me the confidence...
Some time ago, back in November, I thought it would be a good idea to set up an Instagram account. Now don't ask me why I thought that was a good idea, but mere seconds after the idea popped up I already had an account and there was no going back. I was pretty proud of myself. After all. it had only been a few weeks since my mom had told me to pick up...
"So if the train station is behind me, and I came from the right, that should mean... that I'm holding the map upside down. Great." I'd been in SLovenia for two hours and was already hopelessly lost in its capital Ljubljana. It had looked so easy on the map at home: train station, big street on the right, Preseren Square, follow the river till my hostel. Easy, right? Wrong. Very wrong. Ljubljana might not be...
Lately I've been obsessed with words, even more than usual. I learn new words in Urdu and German while I rediscover English words that I haven't heard since I was 11. I've looked back at the words that hurt me and I hope that my way with words will shape my future. The Text Tag matches my current mindset perfectly. I was lucky enough to be tagged for it by not just one, but two...
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but some words will always keep hurting. I will always take them with me, wear them like invisible scars. But just because they're invisible, it doesn't mean they're not here. They're a big part of me, a part people don't know and understand. So for once I'll show you my scars and explain the world how I got them. I'm not doing this to see people tell me...
November 22nd: OMG I'm going to Slovenia! I'm going to meet Jerneja from Sparkly Kid! December 10th: I'm so freaking excited! January 17th: This is going to be so awesome. February 14th: I can't wait till May. March 5th: Almost almost May. April 28th: Two days away from May. May 1st: Shit, what if we don't get along? What if I'm a disappointment to her? May 3rd: Well, no going back now... From Envy's Make...
I am by no means a poet. There was a time when I thought I was one, when I even thought I was a good one. Then I started literature classes in high school and didn't see the difference between great poetry and bad poetry anymore. Now writing poetry is something I like to do when my heart is broken. Lucky for me my heart doesn't get broken every day, but for my poetry it...
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