PERFORMATIVE ARTS

I’m so exhausted. I feel like I just need an escape.

I was feel so unlike myself lately, like a complete stranger. I think it must be because I was rarely listening to my own voice and too focused on the voices coming from the outside. I think it is what I need right now. More peace and less noise 🧘🏻‍♀️

The truth should be spoken: i don’t know who I am anymore.

My dad has always treated my mom very right in terms of finances: it was never the matter of who brings what to the table. It was always “I love you, therefore it’s my wish, my will & my duty to give you everything you deserve”. And it’s almost hysterical how women these days are practically in a position of giving some solid arguments why a man should provide. Because I exist, probably?

I miss the summer 2011 when I used to order pizza by the landline phone and watch Jonas L.A.

“The biggest tragedy isn’t being too much. It’s spending your entire life shrinking for people who were going to leave anyway”.

I want a matcha flavoured ice cream. With a very intense earthy matcha flavour.

Today was a very good day. I had a fro-yo. With berries.