A Quick Update

Hello again.

So since I’ve been away for quite a while, I thought it would be nice of me to give you guys a little update on things. Firstly, Eid Mubarak to those of you celebrating! Secondly, if you follow me on social media, I had mentioned that I wouldn’t be posting very often for at least a month or so due to upcoming exams. These exams are honestly super important and so I need to put more time aside for studying. Once that’s over and done with, I’ll put more time into blogging and I will be posting more consistently. Now, because I’m going to be busy for a while, I’ve already written a couple of posts that just need to be scheduled, so you guys will still be getting content at least once or twice a week. How does that sound? If I do have any extra time on my hands, I will 100% be writing more posts to add to the growing list. 

In other news, I’m really hating the heat; wishing winter would come sooner. Speaking of winter, I have a few autumnal/wintery blog posts coming too, so keep an eye out. I suddenly have this huge burst of inspiration for posts out of nowhere and it sucks because I’ve hardly had any time to write lately. The one time I don’t have writer’s block just has to be when I’m super busy, how convenient. It’s currently 1:10 am and it’s only around now that I find time for writing. This will be a scheduled post for tomorrow though since it’s obviously quite late to publish it right now. I have plans for this blog you guys, just wait and see. I hope y’all truly like my content when it comes. I personally think it’s going to be amazing. Or at least I’m hoping. Also, I’ll be changing up the theme a little whenever I get the time – not really feeling this current one at all. Anyways, I guess that’s all I have to say for now.

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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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Stranger.

Sometimes you feel out of place, like you don’t belong. At home, at school, or wherever it may be. You’re surrounded by people who know you so well, yet they don’t know you at all. Sometimes you can even feel like a stranger in your own home. And even though you have so many friends, you’ll still feel like you have no one. You might feel very afraid, but you feel like you have no one to reach out to. Sometimes you feel like you’re all alone, sometimes you’ll feel sad. Sometimes you’ll feel like you’re never good enough, other times you’ll go mad. But all along you know that deep inside, you’re stronger than ever before. So once again you pick yourself up and put on a smile, telling yourself that nothing can bring you down.

Thankfully I have you.


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Blank.

Sometimes I just stare at a blank screen or sheet of paper, wanting nothing more than to write, but the words fail to find their way out of my head. They just linger there, unable to put themselves together to form even the simplest of sentences. Times like these are often very frustrating, and sometimes it gets me mad. My mind feels as blank as the paper I am looking at, yet in reality, it’s the exact opposite of that. There’s nothing I can do really, except to start writing something, anything, in hopes that I no longer have to stare at a sheet that’s so painfully empty. Part of what I write might not make sense, but I believe that the rest of it does. Sometimes I write poems, other times I write what I feel. Most times I just ramble, but what I write is real. I’ll go on and on about stuff that is pointless, things that no one even cares about, but I know that out of billions, there is at least one other person who knows this feeling all too well. I write my last sentence and look once again, this time satisfied as I see the sheet that was once so irritatingly clean, now covered in words.


Just a little something to clear my head.

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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