go to work, send your kids to school

follow fashion, act normal

walk on the pavement, check your e-mails

save for old age, obey the law

Repeat after me:  I am free.

To: Mr Tumnus, the Cave at the Small Valley, past the Lamp-Post, Narnia

‘I believe that everything happens for a reason.

People change so that you can let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate then when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so

better things can fall together.’

‘all my possessions for a moment of time’

exactly my point.

how many grains of sand are there in the world?

the right corner of my screen’s subtly telling me that it’s the 28th of december.

time for pinning up the victories and forgetting the failures?

time for resolutions?

…

one of the best years so far. a stressful spring but that’s just because i have the lovely habit of worrying too much while over-thinking has always been one of my favourite things to do in the whole wide world. graduating and probably one of the most beautiful days of the year. exams. a hot hot summer sprinkled with the fear of not ending up in sheffield for the next 3 years(at least). a text saying: ‘congratulations, your welcome to the university of sheffield pack has been posted’ that made my summer. my birthday(getting old, aren’t we?) and the thought that soon it’ll be the right time to start using anti-ageing products. mansajeees? hasish? walking aimlessly on the streets and everything that barcelona meant. anonimvl film festival. 2 years later. balea. danes. packing and making lists.

my friends, always my friends. i’d be nothing without them. 19 kg – luggage overweight. some tears rolling down my cheeks in a random prague terminal, rapidly wiped. moving out, moving on. what am i doing? where am i going? the weird sensation evaporating after the first couple of weeks spent in sheffield. falling in love with the city, the people, the course, the life.

my life. the studio at the 13th floor. the parties. the drunken nights. the nocturnal walks back home. the amazing people i’ve met in the last 3 months. again, my friends. the trips. the double jds and coke. the sunsets, as we don’t do sunrises unless the following morning comes too soon to play the-perfect-party-crasher part.  the socials and the projects. the happinnes. the photos, hundreds of them.

the memories of a lion shaped cookie.  2008.

no resolutions. carpe diem, just for once.

cap?

lovely calendar from here