مراكش

September 15, 2018


6am flight - yawn. slightly blurred but the moon was peeping through.

who would've thought that i'd be basking in the heat, sipping french martinis next a rooftop pool, and riding a camel through the desert during sundown? not me. but i'm hella grateful that i was, and able to. marrakech was a place that i dreamed of visiting for quite sometime. i would always come across amazing photos on tumblr and pinterest, and had set aside morocco on my travel bucket list. to finally visit was bewildering, and the 3 hour flight from london to menara airport was an easy breeze, as i was asleep for the entire journey. the taxi drove us from the airport to hotel, and we had passed sunbathing camels along the way. we stayed for 6 days, and i'll be sharing pics from my travels in upcoming posts.

hope you enjoy! xxx

lunch time - greek salad and salmon tagliatelle accompanied by a cosmo and french martini.

pretty chandelier from the hotel.



the knock at the door

August 14, 2018


"there was a slow, steady tap, tap, tap at the door. a familiar noise, tap, tap, tap, and again. the hallway was murky, lights dim and fatigue. they lit the way, but you had to squint to see properly. the wallpaper was peeling softly in the corners, patterned with boring victorian florals, possibly a mix of poppies and maybe lavender. the combination was quite.. bewildering in some aspects. i suppose the lavender was for the assistance of sleep, and the poppies for remembrance."

"i stopped at the end of the hallway, gulped, and took a step forward. i realised that the walls were lined with lopsided portraits, of people that had come and gone throughout the years. crooked smiles and buttery plump hands, sweaty, and made you feel a little uneasy after shaking."

"the tap at the door was consistent, and became heavier now, the volume increasing as I made my way toward it. the lights began to flicker, and my own palms began to get sweaty. the rusted brass handle turned with an impatient yet, slow and steady speed. i stopped in my tracks and turned to face my left side, looking up to see an old figure smiling wholeheartedly at me."

"the tapping had stopped, and in the doorway stood an old friend. fear.
he smiled at me, and then the lights had gone out"

photography and creative writing by yours truly.
special thanks to the random guy walking his dog.

twenty-one

August 08, 2018


03/08 marks the date of my birth, and this year i hit the milestone of turning twenty-one. 

here's to welcoming the years of old age to come lmao.


picture is of some gorgeous flowers my cousin gifted me.
i also still have a lot of cake left in my fridge to eat.  

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