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in bloom.

All I want from this summer is to feel everything I missed last year; every adventure, every second of serenity, bliss born out of a newfound spontaneity. For all the mess I was last year —you must still remember the joyful cloud I was last summer, drifting somewhere between anxiety, depression and myself— I am more than ever myself this year. I didn’t know what I needed back then, staring at walls and trying to figure out the mazes my mind had drawn upon them; getting lost in thoughts —and meds— so badly, I imagined myself being in foreign places...

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A soft, unexpected mess

Sometimes I have my life together and everything completely figured out but more often than not, I’m a complete mess, in the process of recreating myself. I get so caught up in the routine of every day life —I will seriously slap anyone who mentions deadlines or bills to me one more time— that I actually forget to live. Too often I find myself living inside my own head, trying to figure out my goals & ambitions & my life’s purpose and how I will plan the next 15 years of my life. It feels like a massive race to...

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23 today

And just like that, my life has flipped another page in its book. The 23rd chapter in a tumultuous, yet joyful life I’m happy to call my own. I spent weeks thinking about what to write on yet another life year passed. I thought about writing something specific, words thematic to turning 23 but the task, like my birthday itself, felt overwhelming. Too much pressure to share something insightful. I usually absolutely love celebrating my birthday (hello balloons, birthday tiara & too much birthday cakes), so I felt conflicted that the joy this year seemed rather low on the birthday-excitedness-scale....

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I’m a lipstick addict & I ain’t even ashamed: a short story

I can’t deny it any longer.Hello. I’m Christine, and I’m a lipstick addict.You see, lipstick doesn’t ask questions. Lipstick understands. I kid of course, it’s not that serious … Yet. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had a profound love affair with lipstick. Dating back to my Barbie doll-days, when 8y old me would wear the brightest pink children’s lipstick, to my teenage years when stealing my mother’s lipstick (I confess, I do know where all your lipsticks went mom, and no you didn’t lose them), all the way to my adult life owning about a full MAC...

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It’s the birthday countdown

It’s that time of year again. And no, I’m not talking about Christmas. It’s, by the way, a terrible invention that all the Christmas galore starts before the biggest event of the year, being my birthday of course. Someone should put a stop to this. Seriously, quit all your Christmas prepping and for a minute focus on the fact that this gal’s birthday rolls around in exactly one month (everyone: mark the 25th November in your calendars)...

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