What defines “weird”? If I judge by the usual brow raising and eye rolling, I would say this choice of breakfast. I don’t eat breakfast often, usually just having a tall glass of milk. But every now and then, especially on days off work (like today), I go for this family classic. Peanut…… Continue reading No, I’m not pregnant.
via Daily Prompt: Prudent You came into my life wrapped in an endless list of warnings, and my mother had told me to be careful around people like you… But your wit knocked me down at the first round, and all my cautiousness was washed away before I even knew it. A lifetime of being…… Continue reading Prudent…
via Daily Prompt: Later Writing now about later seems wrong. Shouldn’t I enjoy now, and not care too much, or at least not worry about later for now? Now, will die soon enough becoming then, and thens will add up, and be the past… And later is so uncertain… Take yesterday. Yesterday, I believed later would be as…… Continue reading Later…
My happy place, to hide, in times of sorrow? Easy. I only have to run back to the memory of your open arms, and soft voice… “Come here” whispered with confidence that I’d snuggle against your reassuring chest.
In French, Se souvenir des belles choses, is a French movie starring the very talented, and absolutely gorgeous Isabelle Carré. I was initially thinking about writing a post about different movies, preferably not blockbusters, who adressed multiple mental illnesses. To offer entertainement as well as thought provoking stories…. But Se souvenir des belles choses…… Continue reading Beautiful Memories…
This afternoon, one of the guys of the department next to ours came knocking at our door to offer my colleagues and I some cookies. I’m no Cookie Monster… You remember this friendly gang, don’t you? (Cookie Monster is the big blue fuzzy thing on the right. For some reason, I prefered Oscar, the…… Continue reading Nostalgia…
I don’t mention it anymore… Not meaning it is gone. Regularly, I scroll through the pictures taken back then, as if my memories weren’t crystal clear still. I let my mind wander, through the cities, and through the forests… I stare out train windows, counting the windmills in the endless rape fields. It is…… Continue reading That missing feeling…
J’ai des lèvres de bonbons, sur mesure pour tes rêves secrets à moins que tu ne passes sur l’option de toi et moi…. Si tu te refuses l’idée de Nous, c’est ta perte…
Some people have no filter. I mean, really, no filter. I hate being alone with a person like that, because I am too polite to say I have reached my limit conversation-wise. You probably guessed I had one of those “please-let-me-just-go-hiding-in-my-happy-place” moments lately. Because you Lovelies are smart people, and you read me like a…… Continue reading TMI…
As I lay my hand on your heart, I vow never to smart it… At least as long as you keep it close enough for me to keep my oath.
Cyranny's Cove 