I’ve always thought that the world is mad, but I somehow always managed to maintain my own personal bubble and think of the bright side of things, no matter what was going on in the world. Naïve and silly, I know. Think of it as a defence mechanism, as an act of defiance against all…
Author: anastasia
Ode to broken things
People who are really close to me can safely say that I am a clumsy person – a really clumsy person. I once dropped my umbrella in front of a Van Gogh, dropped a full jar of freshly-made strawberry jam on the floor (sorry, mum), and tripped in front of a crowd – among other…
Vaginas, speculums & other.
Self-love and self-care are probably the greatest and most valuable gifts one can offer to themselves, and I am slowly learning it. However, there are those dark moments which fill me with self-doubt and an intense feeling of hating parts of myself. A few days ago, during a doctor’s appointment, I engaged in an extended…
The wonders of solo-travelling
Airports are magnificent places, full of memories to be made and memories that are carried through its corridors. Airports are spaces where all human emotions are concealed; excitement for the unknown adventure that awaits, stress over the unknown adventure that awaits, heartbreak upon separation from the people you love, anxiety whether you’re gonna make it…
On turning 25.
Confession entry #1 July 2017 Mood: mixed emotions, feeling like disappearing into a deserted beach, taking a nap, making love, smoking -, singing a pointless song that won’t stick to her mind after several hours have passed, crying, going on an adventure – of what sort, it is unknown, but an adventure nevertheless-, forgetting the…