Different.

Writing for a purpose can sometimes be the hardest thing; if I’m forced to write, the result would be a fully blank sheet of paper. But if I write just for the sake of holding a pen, I could get like ten billion words out. Is it just me or do other people feel that way?

Also, I feel like my previous blog posts have been the most random things ever and they’re mostly about writing, but eh. That’s what my blog is about after all – it’s what I think and how I feel. It’s a part of me. It even says right there on the top that this blog is a teeny tiny glance into my mind. A mind that never stops learning and exploring, a very very curious mind at that.

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Strangers

Hey, you guys. This post was very spontaneous and unplanned, but anyways. This is kinda like a “thank you” post? Well, not exactly but still. There are a few things that need to be said and put out there, so here goes nothing.

First, I want to thank everyone who broke me in the past, because they’ve made be stronger. So shoutout to you guys. Okay, guys honestly, I have so much to say but I really don’t know how to put it into words. I might not even post this but eh.

There have been loaaaaads of people who have come into my life, but only a few have stayed. Those few people mean so much to me, and I love them to pieces. And the rest of them? They’re irrelevant. Sure we had had good times, but that’s where it ends. Those people were toxic, they made me question my own sanity. Also, most of them left in the midst of amazing friendships. I waited so long for answers, but let me tell you a thing. It’s pointless. Don’t waste your time, take my word for it. Don’t go looking for answers, don’t go wishing you could turn back time. It’s malarkey.

But despite all the darkness, if we hadn’t crossed paths, I wouldn’t have grown as a person and I wouldn’t be where I am now. Everything happens for a reason, right? I believe in that so strongly. I’m really happy with how far I’ve come, and I’m so grateful to have amazing people by my side. A piece of advice? Don’t waste your time on stuff that won’t matter as time passes. Instead, take that time that you would waste sulking, and put it into doing you. Look after yourself and your health. Love yourself, and alwaysss put yourself before anything else. Nothing else really matters, trust me.

I would once give everything for those peeps, but now I’m really thankful that they are no longer in my life. We’re better off as strangers. I wish them well.

Almira x

 

Nostalgia

There are certain moments – or people – in your life that just bring you this unexplainable happiness. There are also those songs that you were listening to during said moments, and so every time you hear it again it fills you with pure joy and a whole bunch of other emotions. It’s a lovely feeling, but it’s also quite overwhelming. Why? Well, I can’t really say for everyone, but personally, I think it’s because of the mixture of feelings. I feel this really strong urge to be back in that particular situation, and it just overwhelms me. Like nostalgia maybe. But otherwise, it’s an amazing feeling, looking back. I mean, when you’re in the moment, whether it be with people you love or just you alone, you just enjoy it. You’re not thinking about how you’d feel looking back. Even if it’s me alone, in cute sweats or a onesie (or with pizza and my jakey – or even just binge watching my fave tv series, you know what I mean?) Those are my favorite moments. That’s what I love about making memories, the “remember when…”s. I was actually listening to a couple songs while writing this, it’s why I actually got the motivation I needed to write. The songs that made me think about the memories I’ve made with the people I hold so close to my heart. Thank you to everyone who has helped me create amaaaaaazing memories, I love you guys.

nostalgia

Allie x

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The story behind my blog’s name

I believe everything has a story behind it. Be it a short story -even a sentence long- or a long one, there’s always something to be told, isn’t there? It didn’t take too long for me to come up with my blog name because I decided I’d just describe myself as this blog is all me, to share who I am with the world.

I came up with the name ‘The Little Black Rose’ for a number of reasons which I’ll discuss right now.

I’ll start with ‘Little’. Anyone who knows me would know that I’m a petite person. I’m short (5 ft to be exact) and yeah, you get the picture. And when I say petite, I mean just small or tiny, not skinny. Skinny is my sister, not me. Even though I’m not ‘skinny’, I’m in no way fat. You could say I’m fit, all into working out and stuff. I’m little,  like I have to look up at almost half of the people I know when I talk to them. That’s part of the reason I like kids, they make me feel big.

“Black”. The colour black is my favourite colour. I like to think that people who wear black tend to have colourful minds. Some of you may argue with this,  but it’s entirely my opinion. I also believe that the colour black shows confidence and that the person is strong, I don’t know why I believe that though,  it’s weird I know.

Now for my favourite part; “Rose”. Just last week, maybe a little after midnight, I was talking to a really close friend of mine. Now you see, when it gets late and I’m tired, I either start laughing like an idiot and doing other random stuff or I get really really honest. Too honest sometimes. Or both. So while I was talking to this guy, I just randomly went “I’m a rose.” Obviously anyone would ask why, and this was my exact explanation:
“roses have thorns.  they’re like ‘bitch don’t touch me im too pretty too be touched.  touch me and I hurt you’ unless you’re careful with me,  you’ll get hurt. and they’re delicate. so im a rose.”

And then all of a sudden, I went “shitt I got it” and then I said this:
“ok ok so if there is a guy and a girl, whether they’re dating or married or siblings or whatever,  the guy is the thorn and he’s protecting his rose bc he loves her and doesn’t want her to get hurt and shit.”
After that I just sat there, proud to have a weird and very random imagination, and started thinking about who my thorn actually is. Because I’m amazing like that haha.

Okay so then I put those three words together and that’s pretty much the story behind my blog name. Tell me what you think of it.

Allie x