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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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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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Rotterdamn

 What I did in Rotterdam you ask? Staring out of a window like it's nobody's business. Just kidding. Although I did spend the better half of my short city trip admiring the mighty view from my hotel window, and hanging around in the tub admiring the mighty view from my hotel window, and hanging around in bed admiring the mig- ...

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