Thursday, April 24, 2014

A Journal

"What is a blog exactly?"
"Uh, it's like an online journal."
"And people actually read that?"
"Uhm... I guess"


That, in fact, was a conversation with myself.


An online journal, huh. So I like, talk about myself.

BUT I DO THAT ALL THE TIME.
that sounds like I have a huge ego and I just might but it's not the kind of thing you go on promoting about yourself so please don't read it that way.




On Instagram: (dude, I think the 100happydays shit is really working. Like, what the fuck. Freud and the Dalai Lama have taken over IG.)






On Tumblr:



And on Snapchat (@anaruizbooger), Whatsapp, like, all that shit.

My Mom is getting really mad at all my cussing.

I get mad when she calls it "unfeminine."

I gave her a sunflower yesterday.

They're my favourite flower.

Yesterday, in Catalunia, was Love Day; and people gifted each other books and flowers.





IN THE REST OF THE WORLD, FOR STUPID ST. VALENTINE'S, WE GIFT EACH OTHER STUPID E-CARDS AND BAD MENTAL STABILITY.

Wednesday, April 16, 2014

Weekend Like Smoke


I will let this weekend vanish like smoke.

Into a dark sky of stories and of sleep.

I will let this weekend froth
and burst
and there will be music
and there will be colour
and pictures
(yes! I'll take pictures
to upload here)

I'm going to be happy,
I swear.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Loveoveove


I love autumn.

And naps.

And I really love chocolate cake.

And soccer.

I love my Mom.

And I love children.

I love being loved, and I'm trying to be loved, and it's hard, but I'm going to keep on trying.

I love Tumblr.

I love naps.

Did I already say that?

I really do love naps.


Sunday, April 6, 2014

New Horizons

One of those treasures that the internet gifts us with at occasional times, which we, mortals and ungrateful, save with no respect for its origins.
Warning: The really important part about this blog post is at the end. Either cut to the chase or please stick around, I really want you to read it.


Hello Bloglandia. I miss you guys. Seriously.

I want to blog all day and post pictures and have internet friends and get comments and get really exited over stats and share and write and see things about the world I didn't see previously. Because when you're a blogger everything is blogging content and honesttogosh, that makes you see things.

For example, I'm listening to a beautiful 8tracks classical music mix. It's music you feel in your bones and stomach. (Which is what I love about music with no lyrics. It is pure feeling, and complete inconsideration for rationality and all that crap that I'm sick of.)


Also, I cut my hair. Because my innards feel different than what they did in my long hair times, my exterior needs to show it too.
Old

New

Here goes the important part!!!

And although I have an absolute lack of time what with all the breathing I have to do, I started a new project!!

It's called "Tumblr's Library" or "The Stories Behind This" and what I'm trying to do is writing maximum 300 word microstories inspired on cool Tumblr pics.

CHECK IT OUT 'CUZ IT'S AWESOME IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.







Toodles and love,
Ana
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