Sunday, 29 November 2015

A Distant Trail

A Distant Trail 
November comes to a halt.
The long path has lead me here, to this place of 
fatigue and frustration,
 which frazzle friends and families.
An icey tension.
Hibernation comes to tantalize the mind.
Stuck between the crisp and the cold,
a falltime melancholy.
depression settles like the frost. 

But, a warm candle's glow
the distant trail.
Music, gingerbread, white snow drops fall  from the Heavens above. 
A snowman beckoning softly, to I, a weary traveller.
A promise of gifts,lights, and laughter to rejuvenate the solemn heart.
A glimmer of  hope, caught dancing on a sleighbell,
to guide the way.
The  trail is iced, but I will proceed with caution.
Christmas awaits. 

May you power through until Christmas!

Monday, 23 November 2015


Reading: Career of Evil by Robert Galbraith JK ROWLING!!!

Eating: Lots of stomach-warming soup :)

Listening to: Feed the World and Lost Boy. Please listen to both, I love them so much! Feed the World is an upbeat Christmas song with an important message, and it's definitely my favourite.

Writing: I've been journaling and plotting for future novels.

Enjoying: Communicating with my friends and contemplating life.

Thinking about: Life and the mystical universe.

Watching: Glee and Survivor

Loving: The fact that Christmas is coming!!!


Monday, 16 November 2015

Must We Hide Our Joy

Your laugh is so loud.

You have a terrible singing voice.

Stop doing ballet at the supermarket, you're embarrassing me!

Originally, I wasn't sure if I was going to use this for the Must We challenge. But then, a lovely friend of mine had put something on Instagram (yes, I have Instagram) that I just could not deny.

Yes, yes! I love this so much, because it basically sums up this whole post.

People claim to be spreaders of kindness and positivity and love, but as soon as your laugh sounds slightly weird or obnoxious (mine does!), they glare at you, ultimately lowering your self esteem for the day. It's happened to me before.

I dare you, today, for this week, month, year -forever- to not hide your joy. Realize the gift of living in a world as beautiful as ours, and bask in its glory. Celebrate every day the joy of being alive. Practice the arts you love, laugh loudly at the jokes you find hilarious, sing along passionately to the songs you enjoy, and dance to whatever sweeps you off your feet. 

But most of all, don't hide your joy because someone doesn't like seeing or hearing it. They need more positivity in their life. The world needs more people like you in it, especially during these dark times. 

Be the bringer of joy to someone's life- especially your very own.


Monday, 9 November 2015

The Recipe for Posting Variety

Hey, bloggers!

Lately I've been trying to mix up the variety on my blog a bit more, but one of the things that I take the most pride in as a blogger is my variety of different posts.

I love variety. From a recent study I've been doing on a variety of different blogs, their comments, and what types of post they post, I've noticed that when you stick to one type of post/ layout, you slowly get less and less comments and people liking your blog.

Variety? You got it dude.
this was totally irrelevant but idc

Ready? Let's get into it!

First, add the flour. This is the type of post that's encompassed in your title, or like me, a reflection on your goals for the blog. For my blog, this is a lot of opinions, pep talks, aspirations and dreams. Click here to view an example :)

Then, add the butter. This includes your photography and your writing. Sometimes, blogs are missing photos or snippets of poetry and writing, and their blogs aren't quite as fulfilling as others. click here to check one out

Time to add sugar. You guessed it! DIYS and book reviews just add so much fun to your posts.
Click over here to see :)

Then, we've got the eggs. These are similar to the sugar, except these are of your own making! Fun posts, amusing jokes, optical illusions are all perfect for this category! Click over here to see one :) Eggs make everything stick together :)

Then, the salt. See, for the salt, a lot of people skip this because if you add too much, it ruins the recipe. These posts include advertisements for other blogs as well as blogger awards. A bit of salt posts add a nice touch to your blog, but if you add too much, less people will enjoy it. (click here to view one)

All of the parts of this recipe are important. But there can be loads more ingredients as well- for instance, is this type of post the baking powder? I don't know. You tell me.

Also, the quantities of each type of ingredient are up to you- which one matters most? It depends what kind of recipe you're creating.

Have fun!


Thursday, 5 November 2015

Fall Photos

Fall paints in colors that summer can't understand <3 td="">
It's been a while since I've shown off some of my photography. I love taking pictures, observing the world from the other side of a camera. I'm not especially gifted in it, but I'm proud of the photos I have taken this fall.

Not taken by me- deviled eggs don't do photography.

Because autumn is the right season for snow...duh. 

So proud of this shot!

Sunday, 1 November 2015

Must We Follow Gender Stereotypes

That toy is not for you.

Wouldn't you prefer a pink one?

Your skills are better cultivated in lacy shoes.

Okay, the last one is stretching it a bit, but these are all real phrases that we face today in society. Sexism, though it's starting to fade away, is still a huge problem. But in this post, I'm not covering the fact that in some countries babies are killed if they're girls. I'll save that for some other time.

Today, I'm going to be talking about gender stereotypes. How we face them in every day life. How they slip by us without us really noticing.

The biggest one probably comes from various religious communities: The fact that women, apparently, should work at home. Not all religious communities are like this, but in various ones, the view still remains that a man should bring home the dough while the woman bakes dough for dinner. (see what I did there)

This isn't just present in religious communities. I go to a public school that is very adamant about ethics, support of homosexuality, equality and all that jazz.

I was in ethics class. It was a project where we had to choose a place (eg outerspace, fairyland, cavemen times) and imagine a perfect society. We were teamed up in twos. A group of two boys picked fairyland, and everyone in the class burst out laughing. Except the teacher.

I wasn't even sure why everyone was laughing. I just shrugged at my friend, who was just as confused as I was. The teacher grew angrier and angrier, furrowing her brows. She ended up screaming at the class. She chose a bunch of people to tell her why they were laughing, and everyone said the same thing: Guys aren't supposed to choose fairies as their category. EXCUSE ME.

I'm going to be honest here. I'm a girl. I like fairies, sparkles, rainbows, and butterflies. I also like pirates, outerspace, aliens, and motorcycles. 

Does that make me any less of a girl?

Femininity: the quality of being female; womanliness.

 I got this definition off of the dictionary. But what disgusted me was the example: "she celebrates her femininity by wearing makeup and high heels"


Since when did the dictionary get to define... what this sounds bad... since when did the dictionary get to decide whether I'm being properly feminine or not?????

I'm a female. That makes me feminine. That makes everything I do feminine.

That means, if you're a boy, that makes you masculine. That makes everything you do masculine.

So if girls ride motorcycles and guys ride motorcycles as well, that makes motorcycling something feminine and masculine to do.

See? There's no point.

Maybe, generally girls like pink. (Though I don't see any statistics to prove this hmmmm) Maybe guys like blue. But that does not mean that you should preassume anything about anyone beforehand.

Society, sadly, has groomed us to think that pink is for girls, and blue is for boys. Well, guess what?

If I have a child, I'm decorating it's room green.

No one decides what I will wear, what I will enjoy doing, what I will be interested in. Except me.

I decide what I like.

I define me.