It Turns Out That The Most Poignant Passages Are Written On The Verge Of Hysteria... What Can I Say?

My inspiration 🩷 Part 17 🤍

Hopefully this is the last time the snow decides to grace us unexpectedly and at night 🥲

Although, knowing our March... Well, I hope these are the last snowy photos of the season 🥲

One rainy day 🍁🩷

Today I came across a video showing the handwriting of various famous writers. Fascinating video, I watched it a couple of times, sympathised with Sophia Tolstoy, who had to rewrite her husband's drafts 🥲 (poor woman, she probably broke all her eyes 😬) and decided to handwrite a text for work (As if I have so much free time, it still has to be typed, completed and sent by email) 😅

What can I say, my writing has certainly got worse, my handwriting is not what it used to be, but it's an enjoyable exercise...✨

My inspiration for Christmas chapter for my story "Trying to remember..." 🩷❄️

Back to the rink... 🩷❄️

Sunny morning ☀️☺️

One working morning... 💙❄️

I decided to share here my thoughts and emotions that I am alone with and that have filled me from the inside out and need an exit.

At first I was afraid, but I thought that my Tumblr is read by 2-3 people, it's like a diary for me, it's personal, it's not Instagram. It is what it was and is because I have not deleted a single post, they are all about me and my life. I often tell my close people that I am also real here, in my online life. I don't like plays, although I think I could be a great actress, and what photos I can take! Everyone would believe it...

But I choose to be real...

I'll probably write a few posts and then I'll run out of words. I have so many questions inside me right now and I keep asking myself in circles.

I feel like I am falling into the same trap. Like when I was 16, 22 and 29... And now that I'm almost 34, I'm back at the same point, with the same emotions. With the same questions for myself. Questions about friendship, about human communication...

I have always been the side with whom communication suddenly stopped, almost without explanation, let alone the possibility of explaining myself. I still wonder what it's like to be on the other side, but I probably wouldn't want to experience that in my life. I don't want those emotions any more, because they turn out to be the same as they were when I was 16, 22 and 29. Can I call them "unpleasant"?

Last spring was the same for me, I was looking forward to it, cheering up everyone around me when the snow caught up with us and covered our yards and streets, but April came, it melted, everyone around me sighed and smiled, and I was confused... Spring came, but my soul felt empty. Last year I filled that emptiness with my stories and wrote a lot.

This spring seemed different, but April came and I was confused again...

Good morning ☀️

It seems like magic, but this February is really spoiling us with sunshine... I don't count sunny days anymore, which means there are really a lot of them 💛

In comparison, there were only...one... sunny day in January 😐

So, of course, now it's bliss...✨