You bought a star in the sky tonight
Because your life is dark and it needs some light
You named it after me, but I’m not yours to keep
Because you’ll never see, that the stars are free
Oh we don’t own our heavens now
We only own our hell
And if you don’t know that by now
Then you don’t know me that well
Saturdays always put me in a lazy mood, the kind that when it strikes, all I want to do is think, listen to music and read. Nothing more adventurous or calorie consuming. Most of the times I end up strolling on memory lane. This morning while I was cleaning my laptop a bit since it was running low on space (again), I stumbled upon a batch of pictures from Rome that I haven’t shared with you.
I fell in love with Rome, it made me feel almost as princessy as Paris did. The thing I miss the most abut it, though, is the company. I miss spending whole days with mom and her alone, not being bothered by work or school or any worry in the world except the soreness of our feet caused by too much walking.
For every kiss you give me, I’ll give you three
I’ve always been a spring kid. The warm winds, the subtle flower scent that lingers in the air, the gentle sun rays what are just warm enough to keep you from being cold. In spring I also get hopelessly romantic, looking for new people, things or places to fall in love with. It’s a fun game. This year’s spring really made us crave for it, but when it came, surprise surprise, it’s summer.
I’ve always had a thing for embarrassing myself, for as long as I can remember. Now that it’s finally warmer and sunnier there are more and more people on the streets, so much so that I’m considering going with my bike on the street instead of the pedestrian walks due to the non-existent bike lanes in my city, but I’m saving that rant for sometime else. My point is that the more people are around to see me fuck up, the more plain humiliating my fuck up gets. Yesterday, when I wore this outfit, was a brilliant, sunny day, the type of day in which everyone goes out for walks. I was out myself, to meet with a friend and have a stroll in the local Botanical Garden and I was in a hurry when I noticed two gorgeous guys approaching. They were both staring at me (everybody was, I guess the bow was a little too much) and as they passed me by, they smiled. I smiled back, cockily even. Then I slipped, I twisted my ankle and threw myself against the building on my left so as not to fall on my hands and knees before the guys. In that moment I just closed my eyes waited for them to pass me so I could lay down on the ground and wait for it to swallow it together with my shame. My cheeks are burning from embarrassment as I’m typing and I wish I could hide under the blanked and avoid coming out for a while.
Ok, I might be exaggerating a little bit, I mean, there are way worse stuff happening in this world, I know, I know, but I feel terrible about it. Hopefully my fuck up will make you feel better about anything embarrassing you’ve been through today 
Today was one of those days when everything went wrong, but then I got a pack from Ax Paris and honestly nothing bad mattered anymore (ok, my blisters are still bleeding and I can’t walk properly, but still). I wanted a simple, white dress for spring and summer that could both be worn for a stroll in the park and with the proper accessories to something more formal. To be honest I didn’t imagine I’d find something like that, but here it is! Honestly, the pictures on the site don’t do it justice, I was so happy to find out it’s so much fluffier and the lace details are much more obvious live. Even mom said it’s one of the most gorgeous dresses she’s ever seen and she’s super picky.
Lately I got hooked up on Supernatural. It might seem natural to someone who doesn’t really know me yet for the ones who know how much of a pussy I am, it might be strange. I actually wanted to start watching it for a long time, but I’m afraid of the darkness, of heights, of small spaces, of spiders and I could go on and on and on. Continue reading
When I asked people the first three words that come to their mind if they think about Japan the words I heard most of the time were skyscrapers, robots, anime, cosplay, everything related to the industrialized and Japan’s urban area. So many people tend to forget how breathtakingly beautiful and unique the Japanese nature is. Hell, where else can you see monkeys crossing the road in front of you? It happened to me once, there are hundreds on mountain monkeys in more remote areas.
Anyway, I strayed from the subject of this post a little, as I usually do. In my second trip to Japan I visited the Yamadera temple, lovated in a tiny mountain city with the same name. The temple was founded over 1000 years ago, in 860, under the official name Risshakuji and its grounds extend high up a steep mountainside. Yamadera, its popular name can be translated as mountain temple.
The holy complex is pretty popular due to Basho’s (a famous haiku poet) visit. A statue of him and an inscription of his famous poem can be found in the lower area, unfortunately I didn’t know that at the time of my visit. His poem (Shizukesaya / Iwa ni shimiiru / Semi no koe) can be translated or more likely interpreted (Japanese is really difficult to literally translate, mot a mot) in two ways: “This pervasive silence / Enhanced yet by cicadas simmering” and “Silence and penetrating into the rocks — the cry of the cicada”.
There are nights when I sit here and watch the empty draft wondering what to write about. Sometimes I feel like writing my thoughts and opinions about hundreds of issues but then I remind myself that I’m not confident enough to do that. It’s not that I care that much about people judging me, or what they think about me, it’s more the fact that I’m not comfortable with sharing my thoughts with only god knows how many people. Life (even though I’m still pretty much a kid) taught me that people will always use your words against you and judge you to their liking without trying to get to know the real you. I got used to keeping most of my thoughts to myself and my closest friends simply because I came to the conclusion that my profound side is only for the ones who show that they want to see it. Even so, I might come off as vain and shallow by talking only about clothes r the weather or sharing tiny details from my daily life, I guess you can never please everyone, can you?
Let’s be honest, wasting time on the internet has become, sadly, one of pastime or procrastinating activities. Especially at night when you don’t feel like sleeping nor doing anything else, so you keep on scrolling (I remember seeing a picture once on which wrote “I wonder how many kilometers I scrolled”). One of my favourite ways or wasting my time on the internet is looking at pretty things I know I (most likely) will never have. Usually I end up drooling over haute couture collections or eerie sceneries or delicious sweets. One of my greatest finds these days while avidly browsing for inspiration was Valentino’s ready to wear collection for this fall. I know, I know it’s a little bit early, for some of us it isn’t even spring yet but I couldn’t help myself.
The collection made me think of a fairytale in which a nun shape shifts into a princess (I have a weird imagination, I know). I haven’t been that far off the hook, though. Piccioli declared that the designers had been looking at the “calm and serene portraits of women”, paintings by Vermeer in particular, “We wanted to catch the same spirit of private sensuality,” he explained, “something very spiritual and poetic—women as new Madonnas.”
Rain, rain and more rain! Sometimes I wonder how could there possibly any water left in the clouds, since it’s been raining for two days straight. I like rain, when I can cuddle in bed with a good book and a cup of tea, not when I have to walk around with my camera all day long. Plus that the cloudy weather drains me of any kind of energy and makes me want to take cat naps and read all day.
I also managed to make my day even better by wearing a lacy bra under the white top which made things sightly awkward whenever a gush of wind blew (aka all the time). Well done Patricia.
On a lighter note, my Spring break has officially started. I’m still meeting some of my classmates tomorrow to talk about a project and then have lunch together but that’s it! One week of total relaxation
Thank you for reading! I hope your day was sunnier than mine! <3
