Happy Monday (thanks to the coffee ☕) everyone except those who don't read my blog. I recently wrote six months no shopping, a post meant to put me to shame in the eventuality that I break my promise not to shop for any pretty, pointless, I've-gotta-have-it-though-I'm-not-sure-why things for six months. Well... I broke it in … Continue reading By the Time You’ve Finished Your Coffee
Good morning internet! My name is Anca and I hate small talk but for once I feel like I need it to ease myself into this post, so how's your weekend so far... ? Ok, cool. So here's the deal (this sounds way more like me): I'm looking at my inbox and I see a … Continue reading six months no shopping
I curl up in the empty bed. I can’t get warm. When I don't write, the warmth trickles out little by little. My body keeps the score when it comes to it. "Have you expressed yourself lately?" it asks. I sigh. I can't write; what am I supposed to do? My heart is elsewhere, and … Continue reading Love on Toast
September 🍂 I’m so ready for sweaters, hot drinks and cosy evenings ☕ as September is my birthday month, in true Virgo fashion I reflected on my year and made some lists (obviously) 📝 I'm not going to share them this time, hopefully I'll be sharing the results soon. But I do want to share … Continue reading September Baby
Dear Diary, I am fucking terrified. There, I said it. Deep breaths and would you look at that, it wasn't even that hard – and I sure feel better for it. But wait, I'm letting myself off too easily. That doesn't fix it, and I can't leave it any longer. Sweeping dirt under the carpet … Continue reading Estoy vivo / Y hago tanto ruido
It's been another year. Let me pull you gently now and take one last look. You are vibrant and gorgeous, and your mind is insanely cool. But you say, "I am trying to be you, but I am not you," and your hands are too cold and don’t remember how to rub together, and your … Continue reading Taking Shelter
I used to be the type of person to think that everyone around me was wolves, and these wolves could eat me if they wanted to, so I had to be extra nice to them. My niceness, though, wasn’t genuine. It was a way of protecting myself from those who could hurt me – and … Continue reading Light is the New Black
