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The longer you stay quiet, the harder it is to start talking again. Or writing, in this case.

To be honest, I've started plenty of times during the past week.

And always deleted my text before posting.

None of the things I've tried writing about seemed to be interesting enough,

and the writer's block got worse and worse.

But maybe, now when I've got this out of my heart,

I will be able to write a real post tomorrow?

Let's see.

I know what you mean...

{via}

For all the angry kitties

out there.

I do not care what the world thinks anymore

- I love you, you know that?
- Yes, yes I know. But when I feel bad I start to think
I am ugly and fat, and therefore you cannot really love me.
- You are beautiful and fat, and I so love you.

Somehow this made me feel better.
Maybe it is finally time to be proud of myself the way I am.

Me Neither

{via PostSecret}

The Time is Now

{via}

In need for a little getaway?

Me too.

Pack your bags and meet me there.

It's going to be fun.

I love you because...

...you are silly. And not afraid to show it.

You make me laugh, even when you're not here.

Like today, when I found your shopping list under the microwave oven.

I have no idea why it was there, but even bigger mystery is the third thing on the list.

It might be a bit hard to find it from our corner shop, but I'll try my best tomorrow.

See, the list looked like this:

-ketchup

-milk

-little squirrels

Dear Notebook,

I'm sorry I've been ignoring you.

I've been really busy lately,

which is a bit absurd, as I still haven't got anything done.

Busy being lazy, that's what I'm good at.

Today I'm wearing jeans,

can't remember when I last time had trousers on me.

My boyfriend's hoodie, my new brown hair

and a pair of nerd glasses put the last touches to this style,

not typical for me at all.

The perfect disguise.

I feel I'd like to be someone else today.

I have a long day ahead of me.

Have to do the things I skipped yesterday cause I felt like sleeping.

To be honest I feel like that today too,

just want to crawl back to bed,

but sometimes you have to get something done.

And I have to clean this mess around here,

wash the dishes finally.

Dirty dishes everywhere make

it harder to think.

Without further ado,

here I go.

See you soon,

blog dear.

Love,

Inari

Small things become big things when your ankle hurts

Today, at the doctors, they wanted to X-ray my ankle. I tripped on my own feet yesterday, and this morning my ankle was twice as big as it should be. Anyway, when I walked to the X-ray, the smiley chirpy nurse stopped me. "You are not pregnant, right?" she asked. In a smiley chirpy tone. "Not that I know" I answered without giving it so much thought. But the nurse wasn't happy. "I really hope I'm not", I continued, when she didn't let me walk into the room. For some reason she was staring at me. At my belly, to be exact. "You're not trying to get pregnant or anything?" she double-checked. "No, I'm using birth control. It's actually very unlikely I would be pregnant." "Hmmm", she mumbled still looking at my belly. "I guess it's all right then. If you're sure." And only then she looked at my face and smiled. With a smiley chirpy way.

It took me 35 minutes of sitting in the hallway and waiting for the results before I understood why she was repeating it so eagerly. Yes, I'm 95 % sure I'm not pregnant and I just had my period. I guess she should believe me, or at least believe I know better than she does. And yes, if I look like I were pregnant, that's just because I'm fat. And I know it too, you don't have to rub it to my face with your fake-concern of my baby-to-be. At least not on a shitty day like this.

That X-ray cost me 90€.

Apparently I still wasn't paying enough to get some delicacy.