I’m in a good place right now. Not emotionally. Just in my room.

Existential crisis 2.0

I'm in a good place right now. Not emotionally, just in my room.
Hello… whoever’s left reading The Blog.

I really want to kickstart things this year with a wellness-centered site, where I can share my tips & tricks… but here’s the deal. I’ve been going through a major existential crisis, for the past couple of months. I honestly have no idea who I am, where I’m going, or if I want what I want. Also, is it worth it ?… so yeah, bear with me.

I’m coming back here because I obviously have not made another platform to express myself yet, so this is it. I have a feeling I will be remaining here until I sort things out in my mind. I for sure, don’t want to blog anymore, but also I don’t want to stay in this phase of not doing anything while I’m rethinking every single thing, over and over, in my current life. And also, what that means for me…

See where I’m going with this ? No ? Me neither, welcome to the club.

Let’s keep things the simplest way possible for now. I’ve been on some nice travels this past year, I haven’t shared much of it, but I have lots of cute and edited photos ready to be seen. For this month, I’m going to publish those… and for the next month ? Don’t quite ask me that yet, but we’ll get closer to my endgame goal, which is becoming some type of a health guru ! I know, I’m kinda not the right picture at the moment, but let’s make a deal and not tell anyone.

Listen guys, it seems like I’m here for the long run. I’ve been back & forth many times around, but what can I say. This is me.

Pain is never permanent but tonight it’s killing me.

L I G H T S

Pain is never permanent but tonight it's killing me
I HAD YOU

Last night I had a dream that felt like a
memory. A glimpse of what could have been.
Crossed signals from another life.

Where instead of all of this, I had you.

And life was exquisitely simple. And we were
desperately happy.

LANG LEAV
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Let go of the illusion that it could have been different.

French countryside

Let go of the illusion that it could have been different.
Provins is a wonderful medieval town not too far from Paris, that we had the delight to visit on a beautiful summer day. There we could find picturesque little houses, a beautiful rose garden with so many different species, never-ending views on fields, a big romanesque castle and of course this feeling of being away from a big city, and breathing the fresh air, just enjoying ourselves.
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July in Paris

Listen & observe the world around you…

July in Paris

“I’ve been holding my breath
I’ve been counting to ten
Over something you said
I’ve been holding back tears
While you’re throwing back beers
I’m alone in bed

You know why I’m afraid of change
Guess that’s why we stay the same

So tell me to leave
I’ll pack my bags, get on the road
Find someone that loves you
Better than I do, darling I know
‘Cause you remind me every day
I’m not enough but I still stay

Feels like a lifetime
Just tryna get by
While we’re dying inside
I’ve done a lot of things wrong
Loving you being one
But I can’t move on

If you want me to leave
Then tell me to leave, and baby I’ll go”

🎼 Noah Cyrus – July
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I was born to be wild (but only until 9 PM or so)

I love hanging out with my sisters

I was born to be wild (but only until 9pm or so)
When I’m not feeling my best, I know I can always count on my sisters to cheer me up. We’ll do hangouts for fun, shopping sprees, restaurant dates, urban exploration or big ass vacay and even karaoke nights !… whatever we choose to do, it always brings good laughter and a high dose of craziness. We’re best friends and always there to support each other.

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