From rags to riches, a cliché healing story
One glass of wine in. I think I am ready. It’s been some time. Hi everyone. I am writing this fairly late and it feels despicably weird on my behalf that I sort of abandoned my blog for some time. I may
Dear 15-year-old Julia,
I haven’t written something worthwhile in much too long and with everything I read on the news, it has come to my own attention that I need a break. Granted, I will refrain from using textbook terminology in saying this
I deleted this. I now post it with an open heart and forgiveness.
I wish time was some sort of intrinsic, yet able mechanism I could control with the touch of a sole finger. Mine or yours, I do not think it would have made any difference. It is a mechanism, nonetheless, one
Putting on my apron
When it takes guts Content warning: explicit sexual assault and harassment Putting on my apron When I say this is the hardest thing to write, I am
An interesting life update
While I was walking down Montreal’s Notre-Dame Basilica the other day, I had a revelation. Granted, I might have been hungover and my head was in pain, but I will call it a revelation either way. I was content. At this point in
On my way
This Friday I just so happened to get stuck on a train for 9 hours when it was only supposed to be 4. Because of that, I only had time, a huge bladder, and an apprehended hunger to consider. Everything
Not anymore
I never thought of myself as an inspiration. In my tiny mind, it seemed to me that I have achieved only a fragmented portion of what other international Romanian students have. I read about them gaining momentum almost every month
The Depression of the Pussy
Hi cuties, I apologize in advance for literally taking so much time off from my blog but, as ever, I always have an excuse to warrant my absence. This time I felt I owed it to my writing and to
Life Update. American facts Europeans have no knowledge of. Or I had no knowledge of.
I seem to always draw an excuse from thin air on as why I post a lot for a couple of days and then stop as if somebody shot me in the fingers. Well, I can assure you it was
What is a Romanian? A joke.
I sure took my time in writing about my first impressions here. Looking back on how “humble” I tried to be about my acceptance letter, I realized I did not know what exactly I was going in for. My ears