• Art and Paintings,  Memories,  Writing

    pushing twenty

    lying in bed watching the clock tick slowly back to the start of a new day . my heart palpitating as if something is going to change . as if my whole world will flip upside down when really nothing will change but the number of years i have lived . ten . the letter to myself is finished for me to read at thirty and i couldn't be more afraid of what is to come . nine . my heart beats loudly of the fear of change not wanting to let go of an entire childhood and the memories i've made . eight . here i am now trying…

  • Art and Paintings,  Memories,  Reader,  Writing

    twenty-eighteen : a year in review

    dear reader, it’s been a while to say the least. it’s been a hectic past couple of months with university and life happening at the same time. as you can tell, I haven’t been able to write in a while due to … things constantly happening in my life. i’ve also lost the touch of writing and have had no inspiration or motivation. this post is sort of a review of my twenty-eighteen. yes, the outside world in general has been terrible to say the least, and to be honest my personal life has been the same. yikes. i also added a few sketches and some memories from the past…

  • Writing

    a breeze filled with memories

    as soon as i step out the door, a familiar cool breeze goes past. memories collide and are now once again replaying through my head. memories of us playing in the sand. racing down slides and seeing who could jump off the swing the furthest. memories of playing soccer on the field with everyone we could possibly get to play. memories of going to and coming back from school. the times that we had to hold on to one another so we wouldn’t fly away. memories in school of jump rope for heart and those terry fox marathons. the times we had playing around the field. or just walking lengths…

  • Reader

    week one of year two

    a week of anxiety. a week of late entries. a week where everything somehow happens to go wrong. that’s what my first week has been going as. the fact that i’ve tried to write this simple post more than three times says enough. as for everything else, let’s just say that i arrived at both class and work late a few times because traffic and i forgot that rush hour is still a thing. and that it’s worse once the school year begins. i’ve already attended all of my classes at least once for the upcoming term. some of them seem pretty easy and don’t have much more i need…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Reader

    an end to august

    dear reader, the first time, fourteen posts. the second time, eighteen. the third time, thirty-one posts! it’s true i guess, third times a charm! this time i finally did it. i finally was able to complete beda, blogging every day for a month in august. there were a lot of times where i was unsure of what to post, and even some late night posts. there were many stressful times during this month where i didn’t even know why i decided to do this. i mean, i had to complete four courses, with an exam or test in each one. i had to my own personal job that i’ve been doing…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA)

    just a few summer favourites

    long skirts | flared sleeves | swishy flared dresses | yellow jacket | wedged shoes | polka dots | scrunchies | thrift shopping | swing dresses | denim jackets | haute hijab | alberta ferretti | conan gray | tan france | doddleoddle| hazel hayes | elle mills | saimasmileslike | bertie gilbert | connor franta | sha’an d’anthes | ashley skye | jamie jo | girl boss – show | elle tries – podcast | local wolves – magazine | secret for the mad – book | christopher robin – movie | yellow | kanken | above the ground | art galleries | timmies | peach picking | friends | family | art adventures | sketchbook flipping | late night walks | bike riding |

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Memories,  Writing

    peach picking and kittens

    feet aching. tired smiles. light shining through the blinds. it’s the end of a great day spent out with my family. we went fruit picking, as we do at least once every year. only around the time where the peaches come out. and of course the plums. usually, we take someone with us, but this year we spent it with just us. it was kinda nice not having to care about the other people thinking we were a crazy family. i mean my sister probably wouldn’t be screaming while running around while they were here. or just lying down in the middle of the field cause we were tired. or…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    small town memories

    writing prompt: write about the first place you ever knew i was born in a small town right on the edge of the us and mexico. it was filled with people of all kids. different faiths. different religions. different backgrounds. different faces. different everything. i was only two or almost three when we left. from the stories that are told and the people who knew us and the pictures that we’ve kept, we still remember the memories from that small town. the memories between us few cousins. the memories of my sister and i when we were just babies. the memories of muslim families getting together and not being too afraid.…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA)

    here are a few more of my favourite things

    small cafes | warm hugs | a hug from the back | old friends | new friends | close friends | long conversations | old books | sleepless nights | rainy days with a long book | fantasy books | childhood books | percy jackson | candy apple | rainbow fish | corduroys | paddington | little bear | disney | the little mermaid | peter pan | the second star to the right | stars | clear night skys | colourful sunsets | cloud watching | little white flowers scattered across the fields | an old abandoned house | exploring the woods | climbing trees | bird watching | catching mini grass bugs | picnics |…

  • Blogging Everyday in August (BEDA),  Writing

    tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps

    writing prompt: chose a saying and write something about it tune out the static sound of the city that never sleeps – (don’t know who said this – found on tumblr) the city that never sleeps. the buzz is always in the air. the sound of cars. the sound of people shouting to one another. the sound of everything keeps on playing in the background of days and nights spent here. tall buildings surround the one that i currently reside in. they block out the beauty of the night sky that i’ve always loved. here in the city, even away from the tall skyscarper building, you aren’t able to see the…