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Nothing Lasts.

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Early morning (probably 8AM). Icy stone tiles. Red cheeks. Sleepy people on the bus (I wonder if they’re still dreaming). Rising sun. Ginger stray cat. White Pomeranian dog. Naked trees. Altered reality. Freezing hands. Messy thoughts. Bright Eyes playing in the background. A piece of chocolate cake from uni café. Shattered conversations. Anxiety. Albert Camus books. Sense of detachment. Buzzing mind and never ending obligations (or at least it feels like that). Confusion. Confusion. Confusion. Daydreams. People watching. Memories from the past. From childhood. From yesterday. From tomorrow. From past lives. Waiting. Living.

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Black Cat.


There are days when I simply can’t find her. She was here, how is it even possible that she’s not? Where is she? I try to go on with my day, but nothing feels quite right. I tell myself, oh, she’s gonna come back soon, don’t worry. But I just can’t stop myself from wondering. Why she left. What I’m supposed to do now. Then I start looking for clues.

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Electric Feel.


Blurry skies. Cracked street tiles. Wind sitting on every windowsill, playing the same old bittersweet melody (she probably wants to get in). Orange coffee cups. Indie rock. That particular song from last fall, but I can’t remember the name. Polaroid pictures. People talking in secret languages. “Stuck In Love” for the tenth time this year. And “500 Days of Summer”. Almond croissants. Quiet. Busy streets. Crappy coffee from university’s vending machine. Still coffee, though. Free periods. Old notebooks filled with arts and crafts and never-ending lists.

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