Made it to the flipside

     Life is very much lifing at the minute, so I'll keep it short and sweet.
I hurt my little finger while playing beach volleyball and decided to purposefully slow down. To actually enjoy my free summer. To smell the flowers and to taste the wine. 
    I have this inner feeling of wholeness and at-home-ness, it is a really nice feeling. 
    Also, typing is a currently a strenuous process for me. So I'll treat you to some nice shots from the last couple of months. 

Look at all the flowers

     This time around, I won't bother explaining why there was no post for such a long time. I have been enjoying winter very much but now we are in April, so we will talk about flowers and blooming today.
    I think ever since I heard the song Les Fleurs by Minnie Riperton, I was hooked on this idea of the year actually starting in the spring, with the spring equinox, not in the middle of the cold dark winter.
    And I subscribe to this, it makes  so much more sense and is so much more natural to us. Or at least to me. 
    Spring is here and so is this fresh new taste of hopefulness.
    Hopefulness is a good thing to have, it does not make you any weaker or delusional.
    It's like optimism, but for the more longing part of your silly little mind.
    
    Lately I have been thinking a lot about spirituality and like, faith in general. And I think I am in a good place, emotionally, mentally and physically. And also, spiritually. 
    It all really is that deep.
    So let this be your reminder that the whimsy you put into your  day-to-day life, don't let anyone take that away from you. 
    It is who you are, all these little quirks and weird little rituals and habits.
    Instead, look at all the metaphorical flowers that bloom and blossom inside of you.
    Look at the beauty of the mundane things. There is beauty in them.
      
    
    
    PS. Im guess turning thirty really made me wiser.
    

Twenty twenty sex

     This is my new year's post. I just spent an hour with creating my own little vision board collage. Loved it for every single second. 2026 aka twenty twenty sex will be more whimsy, it will be even more about strong and inspiring women in my life. It will be about empowerment and breaking cycles. A lot of cutesy stuff too, obviously.
    I hope 2026 is as soft and cold as your favorite pillow. I hope all of our dreams come true and I have faith that they will. 

Actually, yes

     The past few weeks have carried a lot of you only live once spirit and I love it, I really do.
    But it is time to go back to the hermit-like way of living, because I have been feeling a little under the weather these past two days.
    Cozying up, you know - in all its senses and meanings.
    I am not going to lie, spending so much time on my own and by so much time I really do mean about 36 hours lol but it is a long time is kinda not typical for me. I even started working on some uni stuff, that is how much time I now have on my hands. 
    But it is important to slow down every now and then, and I do believe it is beneficial for me. But man, what does one do on a rainy Saturday evening? Exactly, one sits in their kitchen, with a cup of tea and some snacks, creates a banger of a playlist and one writes silly little blog post.
    So there you go, this is my sign of being alive and not ditching this virtual space, I would even dare to say, this virtual safe space.
    

This Is The End

    Sometimes things just disappear. Sometimes you can not fight it and you just have to flow with it. Sometimes you fall but you know getting up has always made you stronger. Sometimes all things that shine are not gold. Sometimes you surrender and for the first time in your life it does not feel pushed or foreign but natural and familiar. Sometimes you flow through life with such an ease even though the burden you are carrying is trying to stop you. But you won't let it, on the contrary, you release it.
    And you know yourself so much better now, you know your value and you stand upright. Just the thought of this is your glimmer of hope and gives you not only security but also so much feeling of content.
    And eventually, you'll wake up and it will be a beautiful spring day and you will be able to smell the new beginnings in the air. And then you realize, that this whole time, this whole transition period was worth it. All the pain was worth it and all the rage (which you did not even know you were capable of) was worth it. You stand tall with your head high, you are grounded and you do not need to keep finding yourself, because you found yourself a long long time ago - and have not looked back ever since. You got this. You are powerful. You are loved. You are capable of so much more. You see good in people and you are kind and genuine. You survived way worse things in your life, so why fold now.

Say Yes To Your Body

     Do you know what, I have been feeling so much like myself again lately and does have a few reasons actually.
    Firstly, I have been moving my body in ways I enjoy and that bring me joy. I was brought up in a way that the importance of physical exercise, however it might look like for you, is a crucial part of feeling balanced. I used to swim competetively, I was always quite into running, I loved playing volleyball and floorball, I love watching sports, too. And the fact that I am just about to turn thirty in less than 5 months and am coming back to re-discover this old passion of mine is kind of beautiful. And in the way that it suits my body and my needs and my stamina. Because in order to be able to enjoy it, you have to find the specific type of body movement that resonates with you and does not punish you.  
    Secondly, I have been doing meditative breathwork regularly and just going deeper and deeper. This one is a special one. I have been part of meditative circles on and off since 2020. Mostly online, that is probably important to mention. But in the past few months I started going to in person meditations with a gong and with active breathwork and with singing bowls and with visualisations and man oh man was I missing out! Don't get me wrong, online meditations are great and all but it just does not hit the same as in person sessions and journeys do. I feel like I have learned so much about myself and had a couple of pretty profound experiences and I just feel so grateful to have the possibility and opportunity to go deeper within mysef.        
    Thirdly, I learned to trust my body and myself and therefore I am able to reach the level of authenticity that is the highest possible vibration there is. (Yeah, for real, one would think the highest possible level of vibration for people is the feeling of love, but no no, authenticity is the one.)
    It's like I have been experiencing all these situations that put me in the posistion of being allowed to be fully myself, like dancing with strangers I met two hours ago to The Smiths and properly reading a book by Stephen King for the first time in my life. It's like singing and playing the guitar with a guy you met briefly and people giving you coins for your performance. It's like being so comfortable with your own company. It's like saying yes to things that excite you and knowing your limits.
    The bottomline is, your body is not your temple but it is also not a dumpster. It is what you make and believe it to be and it carries wisdom and generational traumas and you simply have to trust the process of becoming.

I am growing

    I thought the Saturn return period is the time you should be experincing all this I have been experiencing the whole summer long - but I digress.
    There is something magical about sitting with your feelings, there is something very freeing about it. And for the first time in your life, not judging your feelings, rather than that just observing them, looking at them come and go. And how it affects your body and your mind and ultimately, your soul. 
    You know, your worth is not measured in how well you got it figured out. Because no one does, everyone is just faking it. 
    And the best part about this whole process is that once you realize that and once you go through it, process it, you no longer need any external validation. You are here, and that is the most important thing of all. Showing up for yourself, not giving up and just in the thick of it, still making the best out of it. And not blaming yourself and not feeling guilty about it. 
    Ultimately, this is all a very beautiful thing to realize. And to be able to rely on yourself and your loved ones - your friends and family. And to actually be able to ask for help and to live through this and become stronger and a more healed human being. 
    But the path that leads there is definitely not an easy one. I did always prefer the harder way, even when I did not consciously realize this.
    The easy one is here for me now and presents itself to me and I will follow this path.

Invisible String

     I am in for the long run, I am in for the lowest of the lows and the highest of the highs and everything inbetween. I am all in. 
    I want to cherish everyhing we have built, all we have experienced and how we grew. Sometimes, it's not easy, but this is my promise to you, that I am in until the cows come home.
    I have to still learn so many things, I still have some things to heal. And that is why I am the way I am sometimes. I feel triggered and jealous and if I do not talk about these feelings and let them eat me up from the inside, that is not what I want. And that does not do any good.
    So here I am, in the vast world of the interwebz, confessing my love to you. Because that is all I can, all I can do and talk about.
    I am going through a tumultuous time, so are you. And I want to work through it. Because I do not want to give up. I know I am maybe a bit silly for literally thinking this blogpost might be a little romantic, I do not write love letters though, I write blogsposts. You know, the millennial way.
    But very much probably it's just a little awkward to be doing this - when the only persion I am talking to is you. It has always been you, invisible string.

    
    

Time is a social construct

     I do not believe in linear time, because time is not linear. This is a man-made construct that was made to make us understand things in life and life itself easier. But it is completely wrong. 
    There is only the present moment and everything evolves around it as a spiral, you can experience déja vu and it's becuase you have truly been in this very moment before.
    As time is not linear, neither is healing. It is a process but so much more complex than just a straight line. As well as grieving, that is also not linear. It comes in waves and takes up your whole existence.
    You know it's hard for me to watch the people I love suffer, I guess this is (hopefully) the case for all of us but there is just something inside me that wants to make everything right. All the time. 
    And it's really really hard for me to unlearn this. I am a Virgo rising and the oldest daughter after all, as my brother would say -  a different breed. 
    I feel deeply responsible for not only my own wellbeing but also for the wellbeing of those I love. And it breaks my heart to admit that I am aware I am not always able to help. But a simple act of holding space for each other, just being here for each other is crucial. Sometimes less is more, as my dad says.
    And sometimes, time is the weirdest thing ever, how silly of me to think I have my future figured out?
    And how silly of me to think I have full closure on everything I have been through in the past?
    I think I am just trying to understand, as one usually does, and putting this into words and writing it down is some sort of therapeutic sorting of my own thoughts.
    

Dichotomies

     You know, I am not the biggest fan of dichotomies, or maybe to say it upfront, I am not a fan of them at all. But sometimes, certain methodiological approaches make sense in a certain context.
    I do not see the world in black and white, I see it in rainbow colors. Most of the time, at least. 
    But when it comes to me - I am a personified dichotomy. Emotionally and psychologically.
    I am a forever optimist who leads with love and kindness and always tries to see the good and positive in both people and situations. If there is a problem, there is a solution, it might not be an easy or simple one but I truly believe, through an open communication, there is always a solution. And I am a big fan of compromises, as well. Well, obviously.
    But let's come back to the one big dichotomy I'd like to talk about today. I am a happy go lucky kind of girl, but sometimes it does get very gloomy inside of me and all I can feel is this seemingly forever lasting tumult and sadness. 
    And I know it is not easy for the people who are dearest to me and I have been working on solving this "problem" my whole life. It is not easy for them to see me in this state as all they usually know is a real burden on them, or eventually becomes one.
    I am who I am, I am made out of two dichotomies, I am willing to bring them into balance, to make a shade of grey out of this black and white color but it is easier said than done. 
    My whole life I have been between these two polar opposites where I always have to explain myslef, even though I really can not explain it altogether. I do not have reasons for these switches, and one of them is very much more prevalent than the other. The positive one, luckily.
    But when I fall, I fall deep and hard and it is all but roses and butterflies. It is moths and stickiness and the feeling of having no way out.
    I guess some would call it a high functioning depression.
    Some would call it mood swings.
    Some would call it anything but normal.
    Yet here I am, living through it all. And not only surviving, but actually thriving. Because life is not always roses and butterflies, sometimes  it's coronations and moths. And that is perfectly alright, that is the way of life and the way of feeling and coping. I cry a lot and I laugh a lot and I like both of the actions, equally. Because it is a form of realease. And in the end, all I want to actually do is to release it all and feel at peace.
    Because feeling the both dichotomies through and not controlling them brings me peace. And inner peace is far more important than control.

Very much excited ^^

     Let me start this post with saying I swear this is not how I planned it to be with not posting anything for two months. If you did that back in 2010, everyone would be worried! No, for real, they would.
    So I guess this is a little apology for not keeping you up to date lately but I've just been, ya know, living life
    But enough of that, today, I want to talk about excitement. And maybe anxiety - because don't they actually go hand in hand?
    I've generally always been pretty excited about life and things and the future and all the good stuff that is to come. Needless to say, I burned myself a couple of times. 
    Later on, I learned to expect nothing and appreciate everything - the exciting and the mundane and the heartbreaking and tumultuous.
    I guess what I am trying to say is that everyone tries so hard to not get excited about certain things and outcomes and that this is not the way to go. Because in my opinion, this is leading with fear and making yourself so small, although you are worth the best outcome and all the things you dream about and work hard for.
    And there is nothing wrong with that, I do partially believe this is a societal issue, as well as a personal. When we were young, the excitement was pure and innocent and the society and the experience we have made over all these years made us feel like we are not deserving of being excited because you can then as well be disappointed if it did not work out or you did not get this one thing you wanted to bad.
    Additionally, I was like that for literally the longest time. And I am still in certain situations.
    But then I realized it does not help anyone and it certainly does not help me. So I recognized it. And I confronted it and it triggers me and I am still unlearing this thought pattern but it's a process.
    So, this is when we start talking about anxiety. I so long thought I was not anxious, I thought that, I am just thinking a little too much and had to have it all figured out every second of my life. Turns out it was not just overthiking. Are we the anxious generation? Growing up with 9/11, 2008 economical crisis, then a few good years, then covid rolls around. Do you understand what I am trying to say here?
    Yeah, I used to be excited but I used to be equally scared. I used to escape it all in various ways. But sometimes, and especially with anxiety, you just have to surrender to it. I know this sounds pretty unclear and kind of a foreign concept but surrender to the feeling, surrender to the sensation. Because you are not anxiety, you have anxiety. 
    Whoa, just poured my heart out here a little.
    Well I guess that is how I see the excitement and the fear and the anxiety.
    But coming back to me just living life, I also learned how to be healthily excited about certain things and how to yes, be still afraid you are going to be disppointed, but hang on to the positive exciting thought of things always working in your favor.
    And once you actively start working on this, you'll be quite literally amazed.
    
    Thank you for coming to my TED Talk
    

Ljubav Era

   Maybe it's the fact that I have been obessively listening to Taylor Swift's Lover, maybe it's just the feeling that I always said I have so much love to give but no one to give it to and now I feel like I actually have someone I can give it to.

  Don't get me wrong, I am talking no platonic love here - of course, I have always had my friends but you know, it's just not the same as romantic love.

  And I am not saying one is better than the other - they're just - well - different.

  I am so profoundly grateful for my little heart and that it learned how to open itself up again.

  It's just been really eye opening experience - all the times I thought I am fully healed, turns out I was not. And I did not stop working on it. And it paid off.

  This is your little beacon of light in the vast world of interwebz. You can be happy and not be afraid of stating it.

  Always leading with love.

On The Importance of Being Cozy

    Coziness is not a feeling, it’s a way of life. There I said it.It’s one of my non-negotiables for winter, as well. If it’s not providing at least some level of coziness, I’m not going.    
    I want to feel embraced, I want to embrace others. But preferably from the safety of my own home. Some may say winter makes one to become a homebody but I think we should take it slower in the colder months and cut ourselves some slack.
    It is neither natural, nor sustainable to be productive all the damn time.
So, stay home, drink tea, get yourselves a coloring book, crochet, drink red wine and cook nice dinners. We can be productive later.

#girlhood

    Today my dear friends, we are going to talk about girlhood. Well, my take on it anyway.I am grateful to be a girl, a woman. I truly am. And yes it comes with its own little curse but I wholeheartedly enjoy and love being a woman.

    I’d love to take you on a little journey through a couple of elements or parts of girlhood for me - the way I’d like to convey my thoughts and keep it a little structured, too.

    I am going to start with my utterly subjective definition of girlhood. For me, being a girl is a feeling of safety. I know kind of weird, right. It’s this communal, maternal, full feeling of warmth. Of belonging and of kinship and of unconditional love. Of reliability and letting go. Of knowing, of power. 

    I think that it is hard to put this whole feeling into words, to be quite honest. It's the orange color, it's the sun, it's sunflowers, it's tears and laughs and tumult and sorrow and extasy and joy. It's deep deep intuition and this knowledge, secret and profound knowledge.

    Secondly, there is the societal definition of girlhood - the genderly normed bs - that girls wear pink and that we like bows and one day we are going to make a perfect wife and a beutiful petite innocent creature. That we do not poop, that we do not complain and that we can not say no.

    I don't like this definition and yes I know I've exaggerated a little here but you get the gist.

    Then there is the scientific, the anthropological defition of girlhood - all the stats and facts and studies. All the emancipatory waves and the history and how we come together.

    What we have changed and moved and how different it is to being a man. It's alright you know, I appreciate science and academical texts and pursuit of knowing. But I do strongly believe girlhood, girlhood as such should be described by and through poetry, through short stories, through novels.

    It's not solely the facts. 

    It is so much more.    

    So so much more.

You see what I did here. A simple stilistical method and here we go, now we're talking.

    I am just playing with words here, I am just spilling my mind onto a digital paper.

    But yes, I think it is very important to actually give proper credit to the subjective definition of girlhood for each and every woman. Because of course, it varies but at one level, but we all can always relate to it. It is a little spooky sometimes. But beautiful nonetheless.

    All in all, it is very challenging and comes with its price but I love love love being a woman. And I am so grateful for the women in my life, for their mere existence, for being there for me, for always having my back. For all the giggles and stories and little moments of belonging, of being a part of something bigger.

    

Enchanted To Meet You

     I figured that when I had this epiphany to resurrect my blog, I shall also go ahead and re-introduce myself. Introduce myself in the first place, technically speaking. I was a teenager when I started this blog. Now I am almost 29. /29!/ and all I can think of right now is Schmidt in New Girl and his 29th birthday celebration and how I've always joked once I turn 29 I am going to be annoyingly saying twenty-nine in Schmidt's voice the whole night.
    Well maybe it is not the only thing that I can think of, but you get what I mean. If you were to tell my 15 year old self who passionately but very awkwardly started this blog, that 14 years later I am going to be back and not let this little (visual) diary go to the interwebz garbage, she'd probably be pretty amazed. And curious, obviously. Curious about how I've turned out to be as a proper adult. Because quite honestly, I do feel like one. I think I've been feeling like one ever since I got my own place. Rented, of course. But my own little sanctuary.
    It't a nice and comforting thought. I was trying so hard back then, trying and mostly suceeding but not always. And I don't know why I've always had this urge to put myself out there but I think it's kind of nice to have something to look back later on (how nostalgic, I know).
    Fourteen years is a damn long time, so I will spare you the details. At this point, I just want to express how nice it is to be alive. Not to just exist, but to actually live. To focus on the present moment and just be. This is somethig I've struggled with for the longest time, either being trapped in the past or hopeful / anxious about the future. Now I am just grateful, truly grateful.
    And so I am here, sitting on the couch in my kitchen, with a lit incense and Fata&Morgana set playing, reflecting on the past decade and a half. 
    I feel like I am still the same, in my core but so many things have changed - I mean of course they did, if they did not that'd be quite sad - and I welcomed the change with open arms. And learned to embrace it and learn from it. 
    It's quite funny though, all these silly little moments in life and all the people I've met and just, you know, life is pretty nice. Complicated, but nice. What I am trying to convey is the fact that in a way to come back to this virtual space is a full circle moment for me. I feel like I've never in my life been more myself than I am now, comfortable in my own skin but also character- and value-wise.
    The cool thing is, I can just be myself because I no longer care much about how I come across, or if I said something embarrasing. Or acted in a weird way. 
    Additonally, I am no longer trying to fit in, to impress, well at least not most of the time. And I am dealing with things properly and not running away from problems and overall I mean of course we develop and we get older but the sheer difference between all of my past versions and my current version is just astonishing to me in a way.
    I guess I am just a girl, I am a girls' girl and maybe I just think a little too much and notice a little too detailed but it does not change the fact that I am also a woman and I know my mental power and listen carefully.
    I am in a position in my life where I am really content in pretty much all of its areas. And that is a very reassuring thought. And in case I am not, I am changing something about the situation. Which gives me confidence in myself. 
    So on that note, welcome to my humble home. I hope you have fun.

    

Durstlöscher Combos That Slap

    I am your self-proclaimed Durstlöscher connoisseur and therefore I am in a position to teach you all which combinations of Durstlöscher and [add anything here] simply slap. 
    Through my years of thorough research, I've not only come to the conclusion that Durstlöscher is very versatile, but I as well found out that some combinations slap harder than others.
    The world of taste is your oyster, quite frankly.   

    But to be a proper blogger, you'll first have to read about my Durstlöscher history. It's been complicated but we're an inseparable couple now.
    I remember I never understood the hype around it - I mean of course, it's mostly pretty cheap and once you are proper thirsty, it does the job. BUT, I did one big mistake and that is why our relationship was off to a bad start and later on I'd even call it a love-hate relationship.
    I simply drank it too fast. And yes, it is pretty confusing because every Dursti contains 500ml of liquid. Well, I drank and drank and drank and then it was empty within minutes. Then I got this really bad belly ache and my stomach was no longer a stomach, but an aquarium.
    According to my past experience and knowing I am the toxic one in the relationship, I learned. I learned from my mistake. And I started enjoying Dursti in a timely manner but not too fast. Back then, it still used to have the plastic straws, so sipping on it patiently was not a problem at all. Nowadays it became an issue because of the paper straws, obviously. (No shade here, I too want that tortoises live a long life without plastic straws up their noses but you know, the nostalgic feeling is real.)

    And so since I've acknowledged my mistake and changed the way I was consuming this heavenly drink, I realized there is so much more to it, than to solely erase your thirst.
    The rest is history.

    So, as promised, here are some of the combinations that are in my humble opinion the best:

1. DURSTLÖSCHER PFIRSICH EISTEE + DOOBIE
2. DURSTLÖSCHER GRANATAPFEL und ZITRONE + SOUR CANDY

3. DURSTLÖSCHER MULTIVITAMIN + BREAKFAST
4. DURSTLÖSCHER APFEL und ORANGE und ZITRONE + SOAR THROAT

5. DURSTLÖSCHER ORANGE + CHOCOLATE (dark is the best in this case)
6. DURSTLÖSCHER TROPICAL + HARIBO CANDIES (Picco balla the best, but any would do the job)
7. DURSTLÖSCHER MYSTERY + ALSO A DOOBIE
8. DURSTLÖSCHER BUBBLEGUM is honestly too overpowering but + HUBBA BUBBA chewing gum

9. DURSTLÖSCHER WALDMEISTER + I don't vibe with this one, I could never pair it with anything
10. DURSTLÖSCHER WASSERMELONE + ICE LOLLIES
11. DURSTLÖSCHER SAUERKIRSCHE und ZITRONE + WAFFLES
12. DURSTLÖSCHER ZITRONE EISTEE + FALAFEL SANDWICH
13. DURSTLÖSCHER BLUEBERRY MARSHMALLOW + (you've guessed it) marshmallows
14. DURSTLÖSCHER MANGO EISTEE + SMOOTHIE BOWL

LET ME KNOW WHAT ARE YOUR FAVS <3

random

I have met a lot of different people throughout my life. Some of them I barely noticed, some of them I will never forget. 
You know, they say that whenever you get to know someone new, he or she is going to teach you something new. Something you have not been able to do before. Or something you did not know before. I have to admit it has been more than true in my lifeso far. 
It is kind of odd - I mean, isn't it a mere coincidence after all? Like whom do you get to know properly and who just passes by in your life and then disappears forever without even having a chance to lead a real conversation. 

And how come we are attracted both mentally and physically just to certain people? I understand, there is probably not enough time to get to know everyone who walks into your life properly, yet still, why?
I have to say, I do not really understand the science behind it. 
Is it synchronicity? Were we at the same time in the same place? Isn't that more of a coincidence though? And if so, is there still some strange power guiding us towards each other, besides it being an accordance?
I honestly have no idea.

But I know how it feels. How it feels like when you just meet someone completely new, a stranger better to say, and you know right away this person is special. That there is something about him or her you want to get to know closer. Like there is a treasure burried inside them that you want to discover.
So you take the risk and decide to speak to them and suddenly you are best friends or lovers or soulmates, experiencing the same shit in your life at the very particular moment. 
Isn't it just suspicious? Who directs us together? And why?
Are we choosing our paths ourselves or is it path of our own fate that is guiding us?
Is there any chance we can trick or fool fate? Is it really all the little decisions we make during the day that eventually bring us together?
Is it possible, to find out?

I am not sure. We can suppose, suggest, believe, try to explain .. But we will never be able to understand this occurance properly. We will never be sure what is the cause of all this. We can only speculate because we know the effects. Everyone knows them; This weird exciting feeling you get when you see someone like that. And I am not talking love or sexual attraction only, this could apply to any kind of relationship we have in our lives.

Is it really destiny, are we already destined to experience certain things with certain poeple before we even know?

This has been simply bothering for some time now. I have been thinking about everything a lot lately. I have a lot of stressful things going on in my life at the moment. But not only stressful in bad way, there are plenty thigs that are stressing me for the good too.
After all, isn't everything eventually for the good only? I mean, often when I look back at some things that happened to me a few years ago which I thought were the worst things ever, it has always been for the good in the end. I just did not see it right away. I was not able to do so. But I am capable of seeing it now and I have to say, everything shitty has been for the good in my life so far.
It has been lessons I have learned, which I am never going to forget. 
It might have been uneasy back then but it made me the person I am now. It made me stronger, wiser and more experienced, of course. 
Everybody always has to figure out him or herself. There is nothing like tutorial to the least complicated happy life. No such a thing. 
And it is alright, that there is nothing like that.

8th & 9th

I was about to do a tattoo on a girl but unfortunately it did not work out, so I did two on myself instead. 

A little rectangle, which is bolder on one side and an X on my ankle standing for X-BRG, of course. 

I enjoy the simplicity of stick'n'pokes a lot. Maybe way too much, hehe, so far I have done 7 small/tiny tattoos on myself. Well .. the temptation is real, I am telling you. 

Wanna get a pineapple but not sure where though. 

Anyway, have a nice weekend! I am working today, but only till 2pm, which is alright :)

TOUCH FIRE

Hey guys! 
News from Berlin are coming, haha. I have my two bestest friends staying over half of the summer, so my room is kinda really crowded now but I like it, because they are fun and cute and cook food and even do the dishes. Wouldn't you just love them too? I do. Hehe.
In other news, doing a lot of stick and pokes lately, met a bunch of cool people thanks to that too.
Got a cool new job at a start-up company, super nice co-workers and free foood! Do you believe that? I do not.
Anyway, life is pretty much cool beanzz again, so I hope it will last a little!
Have a great week!

STICK'N'POKE

I was kinda tipsy the other day when i decided to order some tattoo needles and ink. Mostly because of Odinn, friend of my flatmate who is staying with us for a week. He does that and i liked it. Desperately wanted to try it too. So, as easy as it was, ordered all the neccessities from amazon and waited. It arrived today, so after eating pancakes for breakfast, drinking beer and a bit of vodka, we got into it. My first one was done by Odinn, It is a simple circle on my ankle. This spot hurt like shit though. It turned out very beautiful, my favourite tattoo on me so far. You know, there is this thing about stick'n'poke, it is much more important by whom it is done and it is so much more personal too. You gotta keep it simple, Obviously. SO the next one done by me on me is a simple shape of almost triangle. > like this, only on my arm, pointing down. It is a mountain to be climbed. It is memories. It is simplicity at its best. Love it. So if you wanna a free tattoo, let me know.