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Fuck

There is always a tremendous longing in my heart to be lost. And lost I am when I realized just before that I haven't posted any pictures of my *magical birthday. The chaos queen in me is strong these days and I feel she's taking over control (ground control to Major Christine — take your protein pills and put your helmet on).What a chaos year it's been indeed. Now, I don't want to get all sappy or mushy over moments long passed and write a 10-page essay as a full reflection on my life this year with its ups &...

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Birthdays & other life necessities

It's kind of a funny story, this one.November has always been somewhat of a waiting game for me; like the night before Christmas when you can't sleep because you know you'll be getting fab prezzies in the morning and chocolate and basically the whole *magical* process of eating whatever you want without giving a fuck about whether or not you'll still fit into your carefully chosen NYE dress because Christmas only rolls around once every year and your mindset is all like "#yolo, if I die tomorrow at least I will have had the immense orgasmic pleasure of eating the...

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Sparkle a little brighter

Sometimes silence feels safe. Like a warm blanket and hot tea on a night where you ditched your friends for a lonely house and an even lonelier bed, with a novel wherein the words dance like music and you forget life for a moment as if it were a mere accessory to your brief bliss. Like hiding under the covers from a world that doesn't make sense. Writing this on a night where I ditched my friends for a lonely house and an even lonelier bed doesn't deliver the same feeling though — to me, silence equals nor safety nor happiness....

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Happiness

It took me a long time to write this post. Not because I couldn't think of something to say. But because there is so much to say. And yet, I won't. "Is this going to be another one of your sarcastic, poetic rants about life", I hear you thinking. Well. It might be. But then again, you love my sarcastic rants, don't you? It honestly took me hitting the bottom hard — apparently 'bottom' also has a basement, I discovered this year — crashing & burning, hitting my head several times and, more recently, developing the maddest flue to be...

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North Sea Odyssey

From the latest in sad drama stories where the main character gets pushed to the edge, driven to insanity and shoved under the very figuratively spoken bus, I bring you now the story of the time a mother and a daughter decided to go on a weekend-long journey. Luckily not with the very figuratively spoken bus and luckily not that dramatic, but well you know me. Always bringing the sass, this time all the way to Rotterdam....

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