The Princess Saves Herself in This One and Milk and Honey. Both Tumblr classics, but to me they are more than just that: both poem collections talk about women who struggled to find their voice, but found it eventually anyway – and that, my dear friends, is something I can strongly relate to. I used to be so shy that “introverted” doesn’t even cover it. I was sincerely scared to talk, but look at me now – do I ever even shut up? To help those that can relate to the extreme introversion I experienced, I decided to write down how I overcame it.
Ever since I was a child I have been strongly fascinated by history. Not really in an outspoken kind of way, but in a “my-brother-is-obsessed-by-history-and-I’m-secretly-stealing-his-history-books-from-his-room” kind of way. (He never knew until now, if he’s reading this. #sorrynotsorry) It was my guilty pleasure: stealing the books and teleporting myself to times long gone. You probably wonder why. It’s quite simple: to me, history is the one thing that comes closest to magic.
The first thing people usually get to know about me when I meet them is that I really like dogs (often followed by me forcing people to look at pictures of mine). However, dogs really aren’t that great – they destroy their toys, they eat things they should not be eating, they love to get dirty, they whine, they get sick, and they need tons of attention. So why the hell do I love that little fluffer so much?
Friendship. It’s an old and complicated thing, and I can’t say I’ve got it completely figured out yet. What I have figured out, though, is that the amount of years you’ve been friends with someone controversially most definitely matters. You’ll never hear me say that the friendships I have only recently developed are less valuable than the ones I’ve had since forever, but I do believe that there is a unique dynamic to a friendship that has lasted for years as opposed to more recent ones.