I had to break up with my nails yesterday. Click to share on Twitter. Click to share on Pinterest. Click to email this to a friend. Click to share on Google. Click to share on LinkedIn. Click to share on Tumblr. Click to share on Reddit. A couple of months ago I hopped on the Gossip Girl train, and I am so upset it took me this long to get into it! April 27, 2015.

One Day in Bosnia and Herzegovina. In September of last year I went to a four-day trip to Dubrovnik in Croatia with my friend Lillian. Since Dubrovnik is quite close to Bosnia and Herzegovina, we decided to go for a day trip there. My first glimpse of Bosnian life was in this seaside town of Neum. The bus stopped here fo.

Some piece of cake DIYs. After spray painting several old picture frames gold and selecting some prints to put in them, getting the whole thing on the wall is the last thing left. I made the loveliest vases today. How to Make Yarn Wrapped Letters.

Ksar dil mera mujhse sawal poochta hai. Mutmayeen hone ko tu kya dhoondta hai. Peshaani par ye silwatein yuhi ubhar aati hai. Ya khaanabadosh zindagi ka tu asraar dhoondta hai. Aasaan nahi chalna yahan sard raahon par zindagi ki. Be-takalluf ye dil mera har baar bolta hai. Kuch khwaahisho ka aasma hum saath le chale hai. Umeedo se bhara saara jahaa bolta hai. Aksar dil mera mujhse sawal poochta hai. Mutmayeen hone ko tu kya dhoondta hai.

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For the first ever time to my utmost pride I get this Golden opportunity for getting nominated for such a prestigious,extravagant, excitement filled Blogger Award. Thank the person who has nominated you. Link their blog to your post. Because I am not what I.

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Faking it till i make it. copy, repeat, improvise. Crunch time is cake time. Mainly because I have not gotten down to making anything for weeks. I fractured my knee falling off my bike, and a day later, while I hobbled around on crutches, the husband got wiped out by some nasty flu bug. It was a rough week. I have been recovering from that week for about a fortnight now.

From the inside, out. Through the chaos we will find. What to keep, what to let go. What to change and what to grow. Which scars hurt, which have healed. What ego wants, how to feel. What is anger, what is patience. What is love, what is complacent. Through the chaos we will find. How to help heart-meet the mind.