what a curse it is to be a lover girl: ramblings from a closet romantic

 

Salma Deera - “Salt”

Hello cuties! I've had a bit of writer's block when it comes to blogging this week, but I stumbled upon a poem yesterday that hasn't left my mind since. I don't read poetry as much as I probably should. Instead, it usually finds its way to me. Every so often, I'll come across a piece that gives me a visceral reaction, and this is one of them. One of the beautiful things about poetry is its ability to hold up a mirror to your inner self, sometimes reflecting things you didn't even realize were there. This particular poem did exactly that. Let's discuss!

hello november: turning over a new leaf (a.k.a, the art of trying)

Hi cuties! I hope you all had a fun and spooky Halloween! I really enjoyed seeing everyone's costumes and reading about y'all's Halloweekend plans. Due to some life stuff, I decided to have a very chill day. I watched a classic horror movie (The Evil Dead [1981], an... interesting movie, to say the least, lol) and enjoyed some sweet treats.

Me on Nov. 1st

October really felt like it flew by, and I can't believe it's already November! November has always felt like a weird month to me. There's spring, then summer, September welcomes fall, October is Spooky Time, and then suddenly... November. We're not quite in winter or Christmas territory yet, but we're getting close. The end of the year is looming, and the finish line is finally in sight. It feels like an in-between month, an appetizer meant to prepare you for the main course. But this particular November feels a little different.