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Magic & shooting stars

“In the end, we’ll all become stories.”And boy, will Barcelona be a story for the ages. And yes, I am fully aware of the fact that I just wrote a post about this city that brings so much life to my being, but well, I was never one for consistency, now was I. On the plus side, you get to enjoy my musings on this beautiful city twice; ain’t life grand. Fuck yeah, it is....

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Life’s a beach

Life’s a beach.And a bitch. You thought this was going to be a positive holiday post, didn’t you. Haha. No but it will be, eventually. Trust me. The past half year has just been … a bitch. Not in terms of things going utterly & fatally wrong, which they normally tend to do in my life — anyone in need of some drama? Got plenty left over here! — but in terms of my mind spinning off in utterly & fatally wrong ways, which made Chrissy T struggle a bit more with the ways and wonders of life, failing to...

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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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