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Things I want to happen in 2024 : 
Become a cabin crew member and be happy in my job
Fly all around the world 
Buy lots of pretty clothes and shoes
Make lots of new friends 
Have a place of my own 
Start a Sanrio Plushies collection 
Go see the Butterfly Trail expo in London 
Read a lot of books, especially more horror stories 
Write more stories
Widen my perfume collection 
Find a side hustle 
Cut down the sugar in my diet (eat more healthy in general) 
Fall in love, the old school way 


Happy (late) 23rd Birthday Sky. I'm proud of you for trying and not giving up. 
Things I want to during summer 22 : 
Go to the Aquarium with my friends 
Go to the lake 
Visit museums 
Star gaze in August 
Skate at night on a parking lot 
Go to the park 
Go swim in a river 
 pic-nique 
Befriend a crow 
do some stretching 
powerpoint nights with friends 
watch cold case 
write more of that story i started 
Go to the Restaurant 
Wake up early
Go back to the gym 
Get a summer job

... more to come, see you on next episode. Good luck for the rest of your exams. Love. - Sky 
15/02/22 
Feeling a little agitated tonight. A lot is going on, in my head, in my chest, in my stomach. It's all a screaming mess but in a silent scream. More like an ominous feeling but not really. More like a bother. It's little troubles that you know you can solve one at a time, but wonder if there aren't bigger ones hidden under. Mental health issues that you pushed aside for too long that need a lot of work. School, and the problem of how to learn more efficiently. A fear of the future and failure. Creating bonds that will last a lifetime with people that you cherish. Even findinng these people is a hard task. Learning to love yourself the right way. Working on becoming a better person. Trying not to crack under pressure. Procrastinating. Searching for motivation. Wondering if you're not more scared of success than you are of failure. Finding the courage. Keeping your head up. Trying harder. Trying to remind yourself of how strong you are and how much you can accomplish. Being scared because you're kinda walking straight ahead with your eyes closed. Having a blurry vision of the future. Still... Waking up every morning because, you know there is something beautiful waiting for you if you keeping showing up for yourself. Trying. Just because. You want to. You want to become someone you can be proud of for no one but yourself. Being scared but, knowing. You'll be okay. 
 I am going to be real fucking clear right from the start. This page isn't a forum for you to post your opinion on what i write. Every single piece of text on this blog serves as a memory for myself and myself only. There will be some feminist pieces, some poetry, some journal entries probably... I don't want your opinion on it. IDGAF about your opinion on my political views, on what i write, i don't fucking care. this isn't a tiktok comment section. The purpose of this website is, as said by the creator himself, an online journal. A virtual place in which you can leave a piece of your mind and your soul without someone barging in and bothering you. Don't fucking bother me. 
The Double Standard
I had a conversation with my brother last night... One that still bothers me the day after as soon as I wake up because I didn't get to let everything I had to say out of my system. 
He comes up to me saying something like that and that's how the conversation goes :
- "Tik Tok is so strange, I saw on my friend's phone a woman feeding her baby with her breast, isn't that weird to show that to everyone ?" 
- "Why do you think it's weird ?" I replied. 
- "Well everyone can see her, doesn't that make her uncomfortable?"
-"Well if she shows herself on camera probably not, and it's not really weird, women have been breastfeeding their baby since the beginning of times even in public... " I said.
-"Yeah but, everyone can see her boobs !" He added.
- " Yeah... she's breastfeeding, obviously her boobs are showing..." I said, then I asked " But why does it makes you uncomfortable...? You have a chest too you know ...?" 
-"Yeah but I don't have boobs !" He then said sure of himself.
-"Yes you do ..? " I said confused. " You have the same organs, with skin, a muscle, a nipple, and in your case even a little bit of fat, it's the exact same..." 
He stayed silent. 
-"If you were walking on the beach in your bathing suit everyone could see you the same way people can see you trough their screen, so why is it weird on camera... ? Plus you're not hiding your chest on the beach, so why should she hide her's ? Doesn't she has the same rights as you do ? If you were bare chest on social media no one would tell you anything, why could she not do the same and be left alone ?" 
- "Yeah but it's on Tik Tok, there are kids on that app !" He said, sounding frustrated. 
- "And ...? How is that relevant ? I find it more weird that people aged from 10 to 13 years old or younger have access to social media were adults post their lives, if you want my honest opinion... Plus if you give your kids access to social media, the parents should be careful with the content that their kids are watching... Why would it have to be the majority's job to restrict themselves just because parents don't do their job properly ?" I stated with all honesty thinking it was common sense. 
At that point of the conversation I started to notice where the problem was in my brother's behavior and the misogyny behind it. 
-" She's just breastfeeding her baby... She's not hurting anyone, and in my opinion if I was a new mother I would probably appreciate tips from other mothers on how to care for your baby or breastfeeding..." I said calmly, even tho I was very disappointed on the inside.
At that point of the conversation I was sitting on the couch still and even tho I was worried by my brother's reasoning, I remained interested by the conversation and wanted to go on, I was genuinely enjoying myself. But then my brother stood up from the couch where we were sitting and said something along the lines like -" Well, I'm done talking, that doesn't mean anything to continue, we're not gonna agree on that anyway !"
-"But-" I said.  Then he walked away...
I was genuienly confused by what just happened, but then, like I often do after a conversation with someone, I analyzed... I analyzed what he had said and I could'nt put my finger on why I was so frustrated when thinking back to the things he said... until I realized that he had ran away... 
Like people who are wrong, my brother had ran away when I succeeded in demonstrating by A plus B that what he said was incorrect and unjustified. 
This is not the first time that conversations like that happen with male members of my family.
The more I think about this episode the more things I think about that could have been added to the conversation... For example : 
-"But you watch porn right? And in those that are depicting women like objects for male pleasure you can also see boobs, so why does a woman breastfeeding her baby on camera makes you uncomfortable ? Smells like a double standard to me..." 
-" Those are the same standards that are keeping sexism and mysogyny alive... Please open a book about the condition of women in our modern society and stop following what everyone says like a sheep...Educate yourself." 

There are so many things that I could have added if I had the time and the occasion, I could have gone all night about this, but see I didn't because I wasn't given permission by my brother to finish speaking. He walked away from the conversation, often like males do when they feel that they are loosing... The same way we won't let women in parliaments or senates all around the world speak when it's their turn, they are either shut down, not given the permission to speak at all, or walked away from when it's their turn to talk. 
I am so over this. Stop pretending I have the same rights as you do. You do not let me state my opinions, you do not let me walk in peace in the streets, you do not let me do what I want with my body, you shame me if I do, you shame me if I'm "too easy", you shame me if I'm " not opened enough". What rights do I have ? Fuck. This. Shit. 
I won't stay silent anymore, and I will walk around bare feet on boken glass if I have to, if that means I can have those rights. TRY ME. 

Loss of productivity and the mindset of a loser

It's strange how the term "productivity" can trigger positive and negative emotions at the same time.
We feel accomplished when we had a fuflilling day, a "productive day". But as soon as we let our guard down and we choose rest over "productivity" we feel out of place. Like we should do something and accomplish things instead of lying around all day and be "unproductive". We feel ashamed if we delay a task that should have been done the moment we woke up this morning, or at a specific time of the day.
For a long time, I use to labelize people that didn't have a mindset of "productivity" as lazy people, and I, was myself fitting into that categorie. But lately I realized, it's not really about productivity anymore, its more about "how much steps can you take to go towards your goal in the 24 hours a day that you have ?". If you're being "productive" but what you are being productive about doesn't give you in a sense of accomplishment, then you can be productive all you want in your 24 hours a day, you won't be satisfied

I don't have a goal right now. I don't like to admit it to myself, and honestly I'm still ashamed when I think about it. That in my 20 years of life I didn't find anything that makes me wanna wake up in the morning. But that's the truth. I'm studying law in college even tho I have no clue what I want to do once I reach my 3 or 5 years of hard work.
For the longest time I thought I was gonna break at some point and just fuck everything up like I do sometimes. But the truth is, even though I don't have a goal right now, doesn't mean I'm necessary lost or anything like that. I'm still searching the reason I want to wake up every morning and the type of work I want to accomplish things into. That, in itself is a good enough reason not to lose hope or not throw everything away. It's the purpose of a human being after all. Searching for the big "why"...
"Why do you wake up every morning ?" 
"Why are you sad about this ?" 
"Why do you wanna hold this person's hand ?" 
"Why does you heart beat so fast when you jump into the water from that cliff ?"

Searching for the big "Why", is in itself an accomplishment. A reason to feel proud about yourself. And a form of productivity. It takes time to know what you want to accomplish. It takes time to know yourself. Some people find their big "Why" at four, or fifteen, or fifty, or eighty years old. 
"Not all those who wander are lost" once said Tolkien in the Lord of the ring.
Realizing this in itself changed me into a more productive person. I can accomplish a lot more in my day than I would have a few months back. I still have moments when I lose a little of  that productivity but now I know why I wake up. And the reason is to find my big "Why". 

I wanted to share this doc made by that girl on instagram thats fighting for her mental health, she does stuff at 5 AM and made a whole board of things for us to do at 5 AM too. Her name is @ellie.breeden on instagram. So here, go have fun !
4 AM Morning Thoughts


I woke up this morning after a strange dream. 
I had kissed a beautiful girl at the beach, a girl i didn't know.
She just appeared in my dreams and my first thought when opening my eyes was " where did i see that person so that my brain decides to put her in my dream ? Is it someone i saw on instagram by accident ? Is it my soumate ? " 
But i've had countless of dreams like that.
Dreams where you meet strangers and never see them again even though you felt some kind of connection with them.
I also saw my grandpa. 
A person i haven't seen in years after he died in 2011, i was 11. 
Why do my brain keep taking me to see places and people I miss then make them disappear for a while before making me meeting them again. 
Do you also have those kind of places, like your village, a forest, a house, that once in a while you visit in your mind ? Is it our subconscious that made those places, is it the visual form of our souls ? 
After having all those thoughts I wanted to watch the sunrise but the sky was cloudy and you could only see the light reflecting on the mountains across the valley. I haven't had the chance to see the pink, orange, and purple of that moment today. 
But it's fine, there are many days to come. Cloudy and Sunny ones too.