Sewed, glued and tattooed.

Let's mood swing this full Moon Friday away! Tally-ho!

I promise you, this will not turn into some influencer-influenced post about how pursuing my dream helped me escape my mediocre wage-slaved life and am now freely and happily running into sunsets on some sandy beach in Bali. (At least not yet.) But I did have a dream (and still have many) and I've made a tiny step towards pursuing it. Since I can remember, I dreamed about becoming a fashion designer (or a witch, but I went for the more realiable option). I'm not saying my style is anywhere beyond average. I look like any random girl you meet along the way. But... I like patterns, needles and colours. So I'm now taking sewing lessons and I invested a small fortune into a sewing machine. And all I'm saying is: It. Makes. Me. Happy. That's all there is to it. If you find what makes you happy, go for it. Even if it doesn't take you to Bali. Even if it makes you happy just for three hours per week. It's worth it. That's more real happiness some people

There aren't many things in life that would come close to perfection. I mentioned some of my bests in "The last and the first" post, but what happened roughly a week ago was pure magic. It intertwined many of my firsts and bests. There were a lot of "cherry popping moments" involved. First time Belgium, first time Brussels, first time Ghent. First  crazy science museum . First  Flying Tiger store (growing dinosaurs in transparent eggs are bare necessity). For some... first  Ethiophian food  (everyone please add this to your "30 things I should try before dying" bucket list). First gay bar . After that.. first shivering DJ experience. And the highlight: First time  Tale of Us  @  Kompass . (Mindblown. Heartblown. Chakrasblown.) It left me speechless. Crazy science guy: "As Freddie Mercury would say... It's a kind of magic." Toukoul: 10/10. Ghent. #inlove Perfection. @Kompass #TaleOfUs ThankYou 💥