Bedroom

I thought I captured the stars 

That they would appear on my palm 

And I would dominate 

But I lost myself 

And I lost myself 

Because baby,

your brain is a bedroom. 

24/12/15

A.T.

Internet

Here we are. 

Breathing in the air of a world that ushered in an era of the tech savvy generation ; a system of the internet which inexorably intruded into the most naked of our lives. 

Well, the social media is a beautiful place isn't it? 

So beautiful,so brutal,so cold. 

what do we do here then

Perhaps it's full of 'creativity' and People hold large scale discussions, people schedule protests, people share data on homemade bombs, people expose state authorities, people get self radicalized, people practice patriarchy, people raise an idyllic image, people get commodified, people exploit commercializing, people get influenced, people get undermined,people get hurt, people get deceived... 

 Because the internet raised us.

 It spells of superficiality and menace. 

 That somedays, we forgot the distinctions between real and fake, love and hate. 

We want vivid memories. 

We want genuine feels. 

We want social cohesiveness. 

 Maybe if life moved at a slower pace,we could take the time to savour the experience and start loving the people.

 Maybe if stories of time travelling exist, we would time travel and return to the place where the truth was above everything else. 

 And maybe if people were all made of pure hearts and gold intentions, we wouldn't be so skeptical of each other.

 But maybe, maybe, maybe.. 

 Today, We wake up to an Internet age.

 Everyday, we wake up to an Internet age. 

 What comes after this? 

 Let the innovators manipulate.

18/12/15

A.T.

Snap

Three of my favorites: 

      1) denim 

      2) stripes 

      3) you 

xx

Sunrise

I get weak

I get weary

I miss sleep

I get moody

I'm in thoughts

I write songs

I'm in love

I walk on

I miss being all I could be. 

14/6/2015

Waves

My thoughts are crashing waves

My head's a mess 

Stop crawling to me

I can't drown my demons

they know how to swim 

they know how to fight 

But is this the world I live in 

Will I be brave

Will I be ready 

Tell me that I already am 

Am I

A.T. 

8/6/2015

Shapeless

There are parts of me I have no name for

Shapeless utterances of the wind

Flow and unravel

Here you go 

Darling don't struggle

don't fall apart

refuge

The world can be sometimes,

ethereal.

18/3/2015 

stay strong always 

Red-white traditions

This new year I decided to pair a red midi pencil skirt with a simple lace top. I thought that playing with plain conventional colours and different textures are more convincing.

And Oh, I got myself white platforms as well. I don't know why I got them in white actually. But if you were to ask me, maybe it felt more pure, or maybe it adds a different kind of definition for a new beggining.

 

http://www.quizyourfriends.com/take-quiz1.php?id=1502221111235155&

You can try if you want to ^ it's quite simple if you at least know me personally.  Hahaha.

xx, 

Happy New Year dearest viewers and readers of this page!

1/3/15

Places

Tell me what you beseech 

For I know places we can go 

Where the tides won't wash you out 

And the ropes won't tie you down

There's a possibility that's him

And to the depths of her skin 

I know of places 

I know of places 

A.T. 

26:1:2015