Good Morning ❄️

Just simple coffee girl ☕🩷

Me, sunset and jasmine tea ☀️ that's enough for today 💛

"Meeting in the morning?" I get the message.

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"Right... We agreed to meet... Shit..." I think as I open my eyes.

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"Meeting, yes, but I've only had three hours sleep and I'm going to be angry... 😠"

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"☺️ Don't worry, I'll get you coffee and dessert...💛"

I decided to share here my thoughts and emotions that I am alone with and that have filled me from the inside out and need an exit.

At first I was afraid, but I thought that my Tumblr is read by 2-3 people, it's like a diary for me, it's personal, it's not Instagram. It is what it was and is because I have not deleted a single post, they are all about me and my life. I often tell my close people that I am also real here, in my online life. I don't like plays, although I think I could be a great actress, and what photos I can take! Everyone would believe it...

But I choose to be real...

I'll probably write a few posts and then I'll run out of words. I have so many questions inside me right now and I keep asking myself in circles.

I feel like I am falling into the same trap. Like when I was 16, 22 and 29... And now that I'm almost 34, I'm back at the same point, with the same emotions. With the same questions for myself. Questions about friendship, about human communication...

I have always been the side with whom communication suddenly stopped, almost without explanation, let alone the possibility of explaining myself. I still wonder what it's like to be on the other side, but I probably wouldn't want to experience that in my life. I don't want those emotions any more, because they turn out to be the same as they were when I was 16, 22 and 29. Can I call them "unpleasant"?

Last spring was the same for me, I was looking forward to it, cheering up everyone around me when the snow caught up with us and covered our yards and streets, but April came, it melted, everyone around me sighed and smiled, and I was confused... Spring came, but my soul felt empty. Last year I filled that emptiness with my stories and wrote a lot.

This spring seemed different, but April came and I was confused again...

A few random morning photos ☀️

Have a nice day ☺️

Just coffee on a Saturday morning ☕

(or afternoon ☺️)

She loved KitKat.

Saturday Morning ☀️

Artist or writer, or... just a mum 🖤

Work as inspiration... 🩶🖤

Cozy evening 🍁🩷