Cold November | 2018 in pictures

I’ve submerged my self in the december christmas madness in such a way that I’m completely oblivious when it comes to November. I spent some time with friends, strolled around the city, had some time off work and made plans for december. Although I struggled a bit to exist some days, the majority was alright and some were exceptionally good. Guess that’s all for November.

47577812_597784617339829_7287457777776066560_n1. Touring my own city.47316984_352389321988659_9099544311485169664_n2. Warm drinks and christmas lights.47396672_966694030195088_3072434743871012864_n3. Cold days brunch.47571905_2080145648673371_2892821505064828928_n4. Last autumn leaves.47326392_1956155837815992_2894665609402908672_n5. Coffee and planning.47307625_2129277297333996_1091527992242339840_n6. Beachy days.

sweet october| 2018 in pictures

So… is it Christmas yet?

October went by too quickly. It didn’t really seemed like it was going by too fast but when I noticed it was almost gone. That is nice. I like November. I like the cold, the short days, the warm coats and the scarfs that look like blankets. It’s my season. ‘Tis the season to be jolly. November has that wonderful almost Christmas flavour.

I get, I get it. It’s too soon for that. But a girl can hope. I tend to like November, I don’t think this one will be an exception, the big part of why I like this particular month is because it the one that leads up to Christmas. And I really freaking love Christmas. So bare with me, while I wait for it to be socially acceptable to put the decorations on.

But now, about October. I can’t recall anything particularly different about the past month, other than the fact that summer days made a huge comeback. It couldn’t be autumn soon enough. In retrospective, October was really good actually. I had pancakes with one of my favourite humans, breakfast with another; met family for lunch for more than one occasion; had friends over for dinner; hosted a games night; the fun socks made a comeback and I wrote a ton in here.

The only thing that really stings about October was the fact that I bought a book I ended up hating. I also got a bit disappointed at how relived I was that half of the staff at work left. That was a first for sure. Either way, October is settled. And although it was good, it’s nice that it’s gone.

45359113_1886875511431504_8547260041760079872_n1. First summer…45302268_347893005984507_4681879446334996480_n2. … then autumn.45339969_1041862929318693_6665295884793675776_n3. Flowers at the dinner table.45257873_1480376328731940_8532975083612798976_n4. Mornings rituals at home.45341443_326206964848934_2505582108286648320_n5. Cute socks.45361647_2534729816544909_5396875262124097536_n6. Mornings rituals not at home.45266166_344923762906546_7242330418958041088_n7. Pancakes and talks.

Septemberish | 2018 in pictures

If august lasted forever, September went by in a blink. And it’s a good thing it did. I couldn’t bare it if it was longer.

September has always been kind. At least from my previous experiences. It is not much of a month actually, it has always been a feeling. A fresh start. Renewed energies.

Well, 2018 tried really hard to prove me wrong.

At first, with the never ending summer. I couldn’t bare any more days of heath, my autumn mode is full on and the weather just doesn’t seem to keep up. The leaves have started to fall, but the sun refuses to do so, and it keeps shining down on us like it’s trying to teach us a lesson. Maybe it is.

Then, the mood.

I don’t know if it is the long lasting heath that’s throwing me off my game, but september was hard to get by. But like all bad and good things, it ended. Hopefully I’ll manage to drown my sorrows in the rains to come.

So there’s that. Hopefully October brings the cold out. Can’t get over this lack of coziness.

43035974_175664436688459_3963501013087813632_n1. Afternoon delights.43016054_708351272851651_2951996039755726848_n2. Sweet mornings.43042935_273168136861011_3111236182797713408_n3. Walks with friends.43013715_310637193053289_794402429582966784_n4. Up there.43042919_538678566571756_6464708121657868288_n5. Bad drinks, good talks.43156477_517535418719341_3213079731515686912_n6. Autumn wishes.

everlasting august | 2018 in pictures

August went, and went, and went. It dragged it self for so long, we managed to fit all four seasons in it. August lasted for so long, that it is still august as I begin to write this post. That’s right, the month hasn’t ended, but I’m done with it already. I’m calling it a day with august, I can’t take it any longer.

With autumn comes change and I need a little bit of that.

Now, to be fair to august, it wasn’t terrible. I was hoping to get an escape, and I got a visit from some old ghosts instead.

Remember last month, when I said August brings Paris in his sleeve, and that can only be sweet. – Well, that’s not untrue. Although Paris was sweet, I was bitter.

The worst part wasn’t that I didn’t knew how to handle myself for a little bit there, the worst part was not remembering how I overcame these unpretty feelings the last time.

August stung even on the very last day. I can only hope September brings a little bit more peace.

40838690_464005284110749_2063281050385121280_nSweet vandals, an all time favourite.40854072_247785772545459_7845460379843952640_nEveryday sights.40863341_1098592490310753_1953436570300186624_nWriting on receipts.40893088_285546632272164_6632352862863097856_nLate nights.40978488_2185192511803466_7277186376372584448_nReflections, a classic.40994701_530634564033831_7668675712009633792_nEasy mornings.41068532_525372881209529_2852349280910311424_nLost pages.41105481_529749534129437_5876778105867075584_nParis, mon amour.

bittersweet july | 2018 in pictures

I’m 25.

It’s not difficult to be 25. It’s not quite exciting either, but I don’t feel on the verge of a collapse and that can only be positive. I’m still fine, I’m still myself. And I am the girl I always wanted to be at 25. Ten years ago, when I though about cool girls in their twenties, I would have pictured someone in quite similar circumstances to mine, and I would dare to hope someday that would be me. Looking back, I must admit, it was quite more glamorous to dream about it than it is to become it.

I’m not unhappy though.

July didn’t felt like a crisis at all. It went by smoothly and it was a little bit more nostalgic than what I would have liked it to be, but it was expected, I guess.

With that being said, August brings Paris in his sleeve, and that can only be sweet.

38872939_481065248970559_5340761965373423616_nAn all time favourite: flowers at home.

38819611_679345979080502_3505932682183835648_nSlow mornings.

38872780_215687265767814_9185175015790739456_nLittle things.

imageBirthday pancakes with the best.

38804494_2232078490347098_179082677201141760_nSoaking up the sun.

38769175_294399824651256_5211684789240725504_nSunday strolls. 

38768508_2248532675174794_4759286319060877312_nMorning reads and coffee.

 

 

June, just June | 2018 in pictures

June, the last full month before my quarter of life crisis.

I can barely recall June, nothing really happened this month and that’s not a bad thing. It doesn’t mean it’s a good thing either… Besides having breakfast and lunch at the same spot several times a week, life has been pretty uneventfull. To be fair to June, the month was filled with good conversations, it seems that when life doesn’t give you lemons, you talk about making lemonade. From sunday afternoons at the beach to week mornings at the same old cafe, passing by late nights at cool new places, June was chatty.

I don’t normally mind the slow pace and similar days, it might be that my life crisis is approaching, but the fact that I can’t single out an even from the past month stings a little.

I wish life was a bit more that a quick succession of busy nothings. But then again, if it was, I would probably still be here, writing about being unsatisfied, as I often do.

Summer is also struggling to arrive, every other day it rains and the sun only comes out quite shyly. And I like winter, just not in summer.

June was also poor when it comes to pictures, so I don’t have that many photos to share here. May July bring sunnier days and more inspiration.

36389662_10216277240347473_928389732587536384_nblooming

36324364_10216277335149843_2629671272610529280_nmornings outside

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36331883_10216277245947613_7267082873830637568_ncoffee love

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May uncertain | 2018 in pictures

With may came the uncertainty. Just as I though I could take a breathe, here comes the undeniable true that I can never escape: I don’t know what I want. From life, from people, from myself. I can’t help to think that my one true nature is to sabotage myself whenever things finally start to go my way. There was no flaw, no tremble and a wide a enough safety net bellow my feet, and I was happy with my circumstances. (or was I?)

Like it always happens, a small bump turned the game for me. And I still can’t decide if it is something I could look over or if it is completely clouding my vision, I can’t tell if it is big enough to call it quits or if I’m the one creating the tempest. Of one thing I’m sure, if it makes me uncertain, then I can’t pursue it.

I’ve always been one to think that you shouldn’t take any steps further if you’re not sure that’s what you want to do. Whether you end up falling or floating is secondary, the most important thing is to want to take that step further, and you’re ready for whatever comes next. And if you’re not certain you want it, you’re not ready to do it.

I’ve been certain of many things in my life, and certainty comes to me in a blink, when I know what I want there’s no going back. However, whenever I’m hesitant I never end up happy with my decision. I refrain myself from many things because of this. If I can’t decide on whether or not I’d be happy with the outcome, I abstain from it completely.

Hence why May was difficult to me. I found myself questioning, so instead of struggling to find and answer, I eliminated the question.

But, aside from all of that, May was fun. Lisbon was sweet, I finished Mrs. Dalloway (finally) and enjoyed the little bit of sun we had. Life ain’t bad at all.

34371620_10216081758540550_2367933160978644992_nRooftops.34317568_10216081758340545_6837693651557023744_nMorning reads.34198335_10216081757180516_1289880778951360512_nSweet vandals.34459633_10216081758420547_6586928167754137600_nFriends.34258906_10216081758740555_9161560714366681088_nLisbon showing off.

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