Zones

Let me tell you something - comfort zones are not fun. I struggle with mine all the time, because it just makes me feel like a bird trapped in a small golden cage. No matter how hard I flutter my wings, the bars won't yield.
But today one of the bars broke and I'm standing outside of my comfort zone. I present to you, a hair colouring gone bad (but I love it nonetheless):

The reactions on the street are amusing to say the least. Cars stop to let me pass (even when I shouldn't be crossing the street there), bikers nearly turn into that girl from the Exorcist (they don't even try to hide that they're staring) and I don't really know what's going on at this point. Are the people in this country really so alien when it comes to bright hair dye?

The colour of the eyebrows is all lip liner and only applied for this shoot. In reality they don't match my hair colour and you can totally see the red is fake. Ugh. (for the people who don't speak fluent sarcasm - that was sarcasm)

Contemplating a name change. How does Ariël sound? 

Here's a quote that is completely unrelated to everything I just said:

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”

— Lemony Snicket

Maria.

Flying in

(i never said anything about regular updates!)

It's been raining non-stop.

But I found this quote: “You are the silence in between what I thought and what I said.” And somehow it makes me happier. I love words.

I also love unexpected visitors, like the ladybug in my living room today.

It's currently hiding from the rain, buzzing around, and I'm trying to make up a name to call him. Let's re-check the names of characters from the countless series I watch: Castiel, Loki, Winchester, Pond...

- Maria.

Bird's thoughts

Sometimes, I like to imagine things. Sometimes, I sit in the train and I have my music blaring through my headphones and I imagine that I play the leading role in a movie. And that the song that's currently playing is the soundtrack edited in.
And I like that imagination, because I get to decide what happens next.
(don't ruin it by saying that the leading role doesn't decide what happens in a movie - it's my movie. i can do whatever i want.)
Sometimes, I like to imagine I'm a bird.

If I could choose I would be either a swallow or an eurasian jay.

(i've made a different watermark, i like this one better)

But you don't need to be a bird to fly - 

Iron Man's suit would work just as well.

- Maria.

Soft

Yesterday, I couldn't get out of bed. The sun was shining outside and I turned to my other side, closing my eyes again.

Before I knew it, my mum parades into my room (yes, I still live with my parents and no, I don't have any plans to move out soon) and starts rattling off a list of things I should be doing.
Like my essay that's due tomorrow.
Welp.
Here, have some pictures of my lazy morning and I'll just go and sulk, because the sun isn't shining today and my essay isn't done yet.

Did you see my fancy new watermark? Yeah, I don't like it either.

Oh, I also started a course of new medication for my skin and wanted to show off how tough I am. 

(because I need to get my blood drawn every month or so)

:(

- Maria.

Autumn Falls

That's what I wanted to call my blog at first - Autumn Falls. But alas, the link was already taken! Calling this blogpost autumn falls is my way of getting over this tragic tragic event.

Eh,
Yes,
Getting to the point.

Even though I'm glad to wrap myself in ten scarfs and pull on five pairs of gloves to match - I'm sad to watch the summer leave. This is the boundary between summer and autumn.

Fact: that is my favorite scarf. I can wrap it around my neck three times and look like a complete idiot. 

I also helped a friend with her school assignment which had "a ten minute walk" as theme. It was Alice in Wonderland-related and I just got the pictures back (friendly reminder to self: please, start running again). This is my favorite one:

I have this thing where I really like to look up at the sky in pictures (*cough* I also do it in my "about me" picture *cough*). Somehow, I deluded myself into thinking it looked mysterious.

Photographer: Rosanne Eijzinga.

Model: well ... that would be me.

And this is her Flickr account.

Honestly, it's easier to take self-portraits. Or hide under a rock. You know, whatever floats your boat (/rock).

Okay, I have to get some fresh air.

- Maria.