Lonely, lovely christmas

I've never been best friends with christmas. It doesn't mean anything to me, just another day among the others. My family knows it, and they respect my wish to stay home by myself.
People who doesn't know me thinks it's a pity to stay alone and I always get invited to celebrate christmas them, but I always turn them down 'cause I've chosen it myself.

I love being at home, watching tv, painting and doing things I usually do. I like to go to empty gym or take a walk on empty streets. It's so peaceful.

It's not sad for me, it's not a pity for me. It's just my way to get over it... 

Fashion slave

There's usually three types of people when it comes to fashion: Those who are true fashionistas. People who knows the next trend before it gets on the streets. Then there are those who follows what's in at the moment looking absolutely like everyone else following what a fashion magazine tells them to wear. Then there are those who doesn't care a shit what they're wearing as long it's practical or cheap. 

I belong to the first group and people who know me don't even ask. They know they'll be wearing the same in 6 months. Some people looks at me like I'm from another planet when they think the clothes they're wearing are the highest fashion. But by then I'm already a half a year ahead showing the next seasons trends and colors. They just doesn't know it yet.

I don't judge. People can wear whatever they want to wear. But I do care. It is my passion to carry the latest pieces of art. I absolutely love fashion and I'm a slave of it.

Art is not a thing. It's a way.





 Once again when I feel sad, I find my paintings and use my imagination.

 All the colors of the rainbow, put together, giving me smile on my face.

 I might not be the next Picasso or Van Goh, but I couldn't care a   less what other people say. I do this for myself, not for anybody else.

 It's a way to relax, a way to express myself.

 Art is not a thing. It's a way...



In love

Smile on my face. Blush on my cheeks. Butterflies in my stomach. I feel like a teenager again.
Not one single thing I can't take. Today I can beat the whole world. I feel like the king of the world.
I'm in love.

We only have one planet.

One world. One ocean. It's our world and we supposed to protect it.

Dead fishes, cans and water bottles on the beach. What's happening? Why nobody cares?

I wanna surf in the clean ocean. I want to drink pure water.

Save the ocean. Save the planet.

Stupid girl

I don't know myself anymore. I'm lost, somewhere in between. Thoughts flying around making completely chaos inside my head. No sense at all.
I'm so sorry, that I need to do it to find out,  that it's not better at all. I need to fall deep down to realize, that all I ever wanted I already had in my hands. I just didn't realize to appriciate it.

One day I'll wake up with regrets, drowning myself in my own misery. I should have known better. I've lost it all for good, no matter how sorry I am.

Stupid girl.

My way or highway

You are a part of my life but you aren't. I don't know how  it all ended this way and how long it all will continue but right now it feels fine.

Yes, I have moments when I need you more than ever, but that's the price I pay for getting it all to spin aroud the way I will.
I might be selfish when I have the attitude of doing things on my way or hightway. Well, as long it's fine with you I actually don't care.

Let's just enjoy our lives and get the best out of it.