Sometimes in between the giggling and socialising I forget to breathe. I forget being me. Does that make sence? I become carried away with the prejudging, pretending and narrow-mindness. After, I always have an anxious feeling in my stummick and my head seems to explode. Kharma is a bitch. That's when I curl up in my bead, listen to music and read a book. Or I play my temporary favorite song on guitar. It might sound silly or naive, but it truly helps to regain my spirit. Tea helps too.
Have a lovely weekend, with unforgettable moments and honest laughs.
ps The beautiful light spirited girl on the photo is my dear friend Olivia <3.