Illustrations and all things pretty. Of books, doodles, inspirations and all the random ramblings. Of personal artworks and interesting finds. Of nostalgia or of future dreams. A little notebook of the here and now.
Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.
At times the world may seem an unfriendly and sinister place, but believe that there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events may in fact be the first steps of a journey.
I don’t care what form it comes in, whether place, person, or experience. I just want to know what it’s like to feel young and excited and alive, because if I ever felt that way, I have long since forgotten.
I’ve spent so much of my life worrying and doubting and overthinking. For once, I want to just let go.
I want life to romance me. I want to fall head over heels.