HOW MY BABY IS THE BOSS OF ME

My baby doesn't crawl. She does not talk or even stand up without my support. She is only six months old but I swear to God she manipulates the shit out of me. I am the weakest link and she knows it so well. She got used to falling asleep in my arms and she…

MUMS I HATE

I mean real bitches. I seen them all around today. Everywhere I went there they were. I think they were literally following me, getting disguised so I won't recognise them. Or reality is so cruel and there are way too many bitches in the world. I am a pacifist but when you step on my…

The way I love you

I loved you from the moment the thought of having you became reality. I loved you from when you started growing inside me. So small, unseen but felt. My heart was racing every time I touched my belly thinking you are there and one day I will meet you finally. I loved you when you…

Coffee, books and toys

Check my bag and you always find a book. It is a part of who I am, a bookworm, a library mouse sniffing page after page. I learned how to read before I went to school and soon I was introduced to my eternal best friend: the library. My dad was the one who chose…