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When calls the heart & other bullshit about love

When you’re low-key ready to kill half the male population and go all ‘Beyoncé-Lemonade’ on their ass, you know you’ve been walking around frustrated for too long (insert laughing emoji here, because I kid of course. Or do I). The general hobbies of the above mentioned male population consist mostly out of waiting approximately 9 days, 4 hours and 23 minutes to reply to my absolutely beautifully crafted text messages, postponing and/or rescheduling any dates and waking up one day to suddenly decide to drop off of the face of the earth, only to resurface exactly one month later —...

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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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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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Sass & The City

After watching one too many Sex & The City episodes, I find myself feeling like a modern day Carrie Bradshaw — complete with the whole ballerina-tulle-skirt and too expensive shoes — when it comes to dealing with love, relationships and feeling the need to write a column about all that misery. Because let's face it, sometimes I feel like a walking encyclopedia where many of my girl friends — and even guy friends — turn to if they're looking for advice. ...

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