They say that snowflakes have souls. Each has its own thoughts and a free will, each is different from others, even if they seem the same at first glance. People are like snowflakes.
My world is safe. So safe I have an extra set of keyes just in case, and more locks, because you never know. Even though there are several doors, I think you can only enter through the front. It's up to you, if you find it or not, because I usually don't give ...
My darlings, breathe, and breathe deeply, because 2017 is behind us, and we have we've entered a new year‒may it be full of variety and all that is well. It's a time to take charge and consider the positive habits and also the mistakes we've made, in order to...
Sometimes, all I want to do is to grab my suitcase. I would pack some makeup, my favorite dress and a plane ticket. Perhaps I'd add a book, a great perfume and all the positive attitude I can muster. Even that is respect.
We should do what we love more often. We should also care less about what other people think. These wonderful heads of ours can conjure up quite bizarre thoughts, which often catch us like a spider web, and it's difficult to avoid it.
I'm thinking about scars and the way life marks us and the way we lick our wounds just like animals; at first, we're certain they won't heal, but we forget about them entirely in a couple of years.
So that's why today, for no special reason, in my night gown and a Cosmopolitan in my hand, I'm wistfully thinking about how the best things in life are free.
The impossible is required of us: constant perfection and 36-hour days. We are often so broken up and fragile on the onside that it makes me wonder how we don't each have our own therapist yet, a therapist for the soul.