All About Le Chic En Rose. Le Chic En The Road. Diaries of an independent traveller. etc! In the meantime wishing everyone a very happy Easter and relaxing holiday. Le Chic En The Road.

Learning languages and connecting with others. See you in a while! It has been a great year in 2016. My goal has been to highlight privilege. Among language learners and to shine light on those who speak less-commonly studied languages. See you in a few weeks! .

A Narcissist Writes Letters, To Himself. A Hopefully Formerly Depressed Human Vows To Practice Self-Approval. This glass at half capacity. Everyday life looks tragic and dull. Like watching a mime with no arms. Yet with a bit of healthy detachment. It can be beautiful, rich and quite often hilarious,. Like watching a mime with no arms. Where all the dancers,.

Everyday fashion and beauty inspiration. Aceasta postare reprezinta un buchet parfumat, compus din fire de jurnal, care sper ca vor reusi sa va transpuna macar pentru o clipa in Lombardia si file dintr-un mini-ghid de calatorie, pentru cei care vor ajunge in curand in Milano si sunt in cautare de sugestii, idei sau au unele nelamuriri.

Short stories,poems, design thinking. I like the night air ,for it tells me a story. I can build a mansion higher than dreams. Now I can touch my life and light. When light shines through the trees. A deep melancoly settles deep inside my heart. When its gold and green. Catch it if you can for. When we break our heart. Yet in the end even if nothing is in perfection.

But I drink it anyway because even though it is sickeningly sweet, it is still hot and this is one of those days and I need a hot beverage. Its soothing even if the excess sugar leaves too much of an aftertaste. Am I even making sense? I have a ha.

I observe every minute detail that defines my countenance and learn to accept it, but it has never been that easy. I look into the mirror everyday, and come back as a defeated warrior. They told me that the ultimate arrow. That would pierce its way. Into my mundane heart,would be. The death of a loved one,. But as time flipped its own pages,.

Hai Dil Yeh nadan mera. Har pal milne ki dua. Baat kaise ho, baat kaise ho. Khilona samaj ke koi humse khel gaya. Dil tha ussme ek koi usse tode gaya. Dar badar padta hai khilona ajnabio ke haatho mein. Doodh ke bhi nahin milta koi tera jaisa lakhon mein.