“I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed upon to marry.”

I got a new keyboard, it’s pink… and 2 new small succulents.

Trying to move on through heartbreak. It’s hard to put thoughts in order at the moment, hopefully I’ll be ok.

Not dead, but not feeling alive either.

So many good quotes and good for thought in this book.

It rained a lot last week, it cleared the air a bit and made it smell like spring for a moment.

Lazy Saturday.

Is my watercolour any good? Not really. Original? Again no, I’m learning from people on YouTube. Is it a good way to let go of anxiety? Yes, and that’s what counts.

Feb 18 2024

Time flies when you manage to not go into the office for 5 days. I’m lacking motivation and I feel tired, let’s see where the next week takes me…

Breathe. Calm down. Repeat.

I decided to leave the house so I dressed cute. I was not expecting spring in February to be honest…

How many days does January have?

I feel a bit stuck in this boring routine, feel unproductive and tired.

Baby it’s (finally) cold outside.

December ‘23, Bordeaux

Mixed feelings about this city: on one hand it looks nice, it is quite lively, and has great public transportation; on the other hand many buildings looked quite neglected and abandoned even. Maybe the gloomy weather didn’t help with giving me positive vibes…

2/2024

Rating 6/10

I mean… it was a nice thriller, good plot even if I guessed the killer about 3/4 in. I did not really love the “strong female cop written by a man” character though…

Not much tu say about this.

Francesco Hayez. In love with the incredibly vivid portraits.

1/2024

Rating: 6/10

I want to start logging and reviewing the books I read this year.

First one was a bit disappointing, considering it won the Nobel in 2022.

I could understand and empathize with the author describing how she felt a growing distance with her parents due to her education and how this allowed her to get a better social position, and I liked how the story of her father was told through anecdotes and memories; however this specific writing style was not for me, too much like a stream of consciousness or a “list” of events, it gave me a sense of distance that didn’t resonate with the story being told.

Maybe Annie Ernaux is not for me.

The girl who was obsessed with doors.