• Writing

    September 23rd, 00:47, raw journaling

    September is almost over. Today was the first cold day of the year. It rained, and I wore three layers to walk my dog. Crazy, last week I went out in t-shirts and even shorts and took it for granted.I spent most of my day studying for my biology periodic that is coming up on Tuesday, and I might be scared of it. I´ve got one and a half chapters to go, and I don´t really care about xylem vessels and phloem tubes, you know? I don´t care about the direction water travels through a stem (up, because of the transpiration stream that is caused by the evaporation of water…

  • Moodboards,  Writing

    Peachy Haze: a moodboard, a story

    “To have her is to have the stars” “Maybe this is how it was supposed to happen.” He sits, looking at her, watching her as if it was their last moment together. Maybe it was. She shakes her head and smiles at her words, blonde tendrils of hair bouncing slightly. The bell on the door chimes as a customer enters the dim room. Neither of them turn to see who it is. (They wouldn’t have known him either way, they’d never even noticed this diner before tonight.) She takes a sip of her peach lemonade, the drink the color of pink honey, the color of her eyes the moment right…