Sunday, October 26, 2014


(Art by Sara Olmos)

"Everyone has so much to say, they talk talk talk their lives away. Don't even hesitate."
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Slow Cheetah 

I think it’s fascinating. It’s so darn fascinating to live your life how you want to live it. To live without nagging yourself about your undone deeds and all your responsibilities in life. To live without ever thinking of what others will think of your lifestyle. Of your spare time choices. Of the way you are and the way you like yourself. Because who cares when you are the one who’s experiencing your life, when you’re getting to face the joy you’re in the process of? Exactly. And they can talk. Boy, do they talk. And they always will talk. They’ll blabber about your choices and will criticize the shit of you. Because they know what’s best for you. But do they really? I think that only you can know what’s best for you. For you are living your life and not them. Listen to yourself. Follow your gut.

And what’s best for me? Drinking my 4th cup of green tea, binging on the 1st season of Girls and pushing my responsibilities a day away.

Also, I enjoy breaking mushrooms. On top of my tortilla pizza. How’s that for a change?

Welcome myself back.

(Art by Brooke Weeber)

I think the time has come. To start, to create, to jump back on the rails of thoughts. It's been a while. Quite some time.

Sitting in a chilly room, sipping on a lukewarm spicy chai with a tiny teeny dash of milk. A perfect mess that has accumulated in this short period of the two past days is here with me. It doesn't warm me up, but it creates this weird coziness. Even though I am a firm believer that everything has to be in its place and order, on weeks like this, I cut myself some slack. And a piece of marzipan pie.

Contemplations about life are buzzing right inside my head.
I'm too young to feel this old. I am too young not to explore.

What I'm trying to say is - I have all of the choices in the world. And I'm about to choose. To make a change within myself, to explore and try, try, try and step outside of my comfort boxy. Though, I already kept trying for a freaking long time. As a matter of fact, I am moving, I keep putting tiny steps right outside of my frame, but I just don't realize it. I simply don't give myself enough credit. People always tell you how it is so important to appreciate others and their hard work, but for once, can I just appreciate myself and pat myself on the shoulder? Maybe. I could. If only I was able to notice the steps I'm taking, 'cause in the world of an overachiever, tiny improvements are invisible.


I'm not too sure if blog is the place to go and leave the footprint of my ever changing emotions. Yet, I don't want to have the typical, uniformed, empty reviews about makeup, posts about daily life and all that jazz. There's so much to offer, so much on the platter. I mean, yup, I love makeup, yet I'm not gonna type down about each and every little thingie that comes into my possession. And yes, daily things are just simple daily things, but here they are seen from my point of view. This is the place where I make dialogues with myself. Here is where I store my evaporating emotions that should not be forgotten. I need to remember things to keep myself going. If you ever feel like it, come and join my dialogues. 

I almost forgot how great writing feels.

Follow me and my lurker steps if you're keen on some snazzy, unpredictable writings from my random, pretty often happy brain which is here to share, create, evolve & build. Build happiness.

Hereby, I welcome myself back. 

Evie. ♥

Saturday, March 15, 2014

so close, yet so far.

it's pretty sad when people you were so close to change beyond recognition.
they become distant, cold.
you see traits you never thought they had.
and you start to question if you even knew them at all.
you used to see them as someone who was so amazing to spend time with, someone who was interesting and, at some point, made your day better.
now all you see is just a bunch of illogical actions, frigid glimpse and this nasty foreignness which annoys the hell out of you.
then you think why are they even here?
why would you even wanted to have them near you in the first place?
and before you even realize..
they become just a phase in your past.

but then again, why should I care if you only go around repeating that you don't.