Hello my moon children.🌙 How have you all been lately? Not missing me much, I see. (Why do all my posts start like this?) Anyway, let me start by saying that I don't like 21 Pilots. I really don't. They annoy the shit out of me, for the sake that their music isn't defined. Same thing happens with Imagine Dragons. So when someone asks "do you like [something]", I always don't know what to answer because I kinda do but kinda don't. There are songs that YES. I like them. There are others that simply make no sense but I love listening to it anyway. An example is - recently, someone suggested that I listened to Five Finger Death Punch. And what he hell did they do, I really liked the song. Yesterday, another someone suggested that I'd listen Three Days Grace. I fucking liked it. My best friends have been fans of these bands for years and always told me - take a listen. I always refused because "it was mainstream". But it was only am

Hello dear petals! How have you been? Good news of today: anyone can comment on the blog already, you don't have to be connected with google plus anymore! It took me a while to figure out what I was doing wrong but hey, we're always learning! Do you guys know what I do when I'm upset? I grab myself a real nice cup of home-made cappuccino and drink it with cookies. Like this. And the glitters too. My favorite one is this: I see this as a revenge on myself because it's highly caloric. It's not that I am a calorie or gym, I'm actually a lazy couch potato who secretly has a pile of clothes to iron. *angel emoji*. But since I've learnt what actual fatness feels like, I've been extra careful. That's also one of the reasons why I haven't quit my job yet. Speaking of job and the theme of the post today is: people who can't fucking understand what a 'no' means. I've dealt with this in the past, but not so much to a

It's 9:50 am and I am staring at a blank page, thinking about what I am going to say on my first post, ever. I've run blogs before, but let's just say that they failed. Miserably. I've decided that this one is going to be completely spontaneous: meaning, I won't create texts to please anyone, but I am going to try to fit in and more importantly, keep this updated. Not that anyone will read it, I believe. I'm a part-time goth after all. The term "part-time goth" came onto my mind whilst I was making fun of myself. Yeah, I do that a lot. I work in a place where they don't allow us to have make-up, different hair colors or even painted nails. Because we work with unprepared food goods, they state that "nail polish can scrape on the thins of the coca-colas" (even though we use gloves), for example, and that the perfume can "pass on to the food" (even though it's practically everything wrapped up in plastic). So I'm