Dripping Honey

The past few weeks have swept by almost with ease, even though they were filled with the final exams for this year. Maybe it's because the pain of imposing maths exams was numbed by two-hour phone calls the night before. Maybe it's because there's a lot more to life than school and consistantly trying to do your best- Definitely both.

It's been a long time since I let some thoughts make their way onto this inconspicuous place. My trip to England was perfection!
I stayed with my beautiful Grandma, in beautiful Canterbury. She told me about how she fell in love, resulting in me almost crying over my cup of tea because it was so ridiculously wonderful, she told stories of the Queen's garden parties and took me to the seaside to meet her mad, elderly, wealthy friends. It is worlds apart from seemingly dry Frankfurt but it was the perfect medicine for escape.

So aside from surviving school and dealing with some heavy disappointments outside of my control, somehow I have been rewarded with a warm feeling in my stomach at the thought of the holidays, England and the pair of Jeffrey Campbell Litas I'm going to buy.

I've been going out a lot more recently and on one occasion met the most adorable 15-year-old sunny boy at an eighteenth birthday party. He is to me what Justin Bieber is to many: the love of my life. I'm joking (I think).
I also had a 20-minute long nosebleed in my friend's cousin's house at one in the morning.

I'm helping Annika with an art project for school and the process is horrendously fun. I'll post the results here later when they've all been edited and approved! So keep your eyes peeled for a minimalist version of the seven deadly sins!

And now for some photographic evidence that I am not in fact, inventing everything I write here.

 Just one little piece of a beautiful garden!

Love this cat. History!

These are wonderful and don't hurt your feet, even after hours of walking and/or dancing!

 Herne Bay.

The bed I've slept in most aside from my own and someone lucky's birthday present!

Gluttony nails!

So now you could watch this video of an old Indian man laughing or listen to Oh Land playing a live acoustic version of White Nights or you could go outside and run around topless. That is one of life's beauties: Although we often feel inhibited, the truth is we are free to do almost anything at all.

Albion, I'm coming!

I couldn't tell you how many times I have nearly posted something here.
Regardless of the fact that I am clearly not the most dedicated blogger, I think I can excuse myself by admitting I am out of practice and have had a lot of other things on my mind that have stopped me from pouring my heart out to my second favourite audience: an nonjudgemental white box (my favourite would be Carl the cat, as he is unable to speak but still manages to curl up and purr on my lap, miraculously when I'm feeling really down).

As a lot goes on in three weeks (or has it been four?!) I've come to the conclusion that I should perhaps start writing lists of things I don't want to forget to write. What's important right now is that I am finally on Easter holidays and am flying to England on Thursday morning, together with legions of business men in black suits on the 7AM flight. It's always more than a treat visiting England, because although it is home, circumstance doesn't allow us to go too often. I've got the added bonus of going alone, and although I love people I can't wait to get away from everything here for seven days.
I can't wait for the friendly, smiley, open people of England, I can't wait to forget Germany for a week and am already anticipating the bitter disappointment of unfriendly passport-checkers upon my return to Frankfurt.
I get to see my family, I get to see History (a regal old ginger cat) and Winston (a depressed golden dog)!

I spent a lot of time talking over coffee this month, perhaps more than usual. I am thankful for my caffeine addiction.

I am perhaps slightly late in acquiring the Lana Del Rey album, but I love it. I've missed the feeling of listening to something new over and over again. I read somewhere, Lana was "sadcore pop. Agreed.

We all went to Bavaria for my uncle's 40th birthday party and it was hard work, like family gatherings often are. Cake and sekt anyone? Also, I am now fascinated with the Neuschwanstein castle.  Ludwig II of Bavaria only lived there for around 8 months after is was completed. One day he went out for a walk with his psychiatrist. They were later found dead in a lake nearby.

Fräulein is the best German magazine I have ever come across. It may only come out four times a year, but it's brilliant.

I bought a second-hand dip-dye jumper. First I loved it, then I regretted it, now I like it!

Mint is without a doubt currently my favourite colour! What would people in the middle ages think? What would the Virgin Queen look like decked out in a minty frock? Oh questions!

And finally, Wet Cement and Promises by the Morning Benders.

PS. (You could follow my blog with Bloglovin.)

A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants.

It's utterly unbelievable how fast time passes. It's been about a month since I posted something here.
My mind isn't working fast enough to produce a lovingly written text so instead have this list again!

I have finally inherited an old iPhone 4 which my Dad sent from Singapore.

Carl the cat was ill again but is now back to being a lively black ball of fur.

Was really ill with Strep type A. Off school for nearly two weeks on a diet of vanilla ice cream.

Worked two days in a row and nearly killed myself in the process.

Ordered a dress off Romwe.

Mum came back from a short trip to London, bringing Topshop gifts and Cadbury delights.

Did some Yoga with my friends 6 year old sister last night, she's a pro.

I bought these bits a while ago when Accessorize was having a massive sale. I'm especially fond of the earrings.

This wall is destined to be wallpapered with beautiful vintage floral wallpaper, but until then I'll clumsily cover it in photos and pages from magazines. Note the Christmas-y mug on an unbelievably untidy desk,

It snowed. It was also -20 degrees for a week.

Can we discuss Mini from Skins?! She's become my favourite after her episode in the new season. I love her style, the bright colours and fearless accessories, but I've also started to love her character.

Instagram!: 1) I wish I was confident enough to wear these cherry trousers I tried on in Zara. 2) OPI Glitzerland! 3) Class excursion to Bonn 3) Starbucks cookie from Mum 4) The love of my life 5) iPhone 4 has a front camera, ok?! 6) DIYed chest of drawers 7) Scribbles.

I am so tired and full of sweets from last night so I will now sit and enjoy some silence. I am in love with this song.

("A man can do what he wants, but not want what he wants." - Schopenhauer.)

inbetween-y.

I promised myself I would write something on here as often as I can, especially at the beginning.
It is Monday today and my head is throbbing with little relief due to lack of sleep and lack of coffee (I spent an hour trying to fix our machine).
Some notable things that have happened since my last post:

• I have been waitressing so hard, a pulled a muscle in my stomach (how is this possible?)
• I also made 30 euro in tip, not bad not bad.
• I rediscovered my gifted navy Burberry blazer from Japan (!)
• I slept in once.
• I finished The Hunger Games series. Loved it! Bit worried they're going to turn the film into some teen flick. Either way I'm going to watch it and the trailer looks good.
• Started loving this song.

In an attempt to bring some kind of structure to this post, here are the only pictures I took last week with a short elaboration.

The weekend before last I had coffee with my Mum in town, before embarking on a shopping trip in the most least shopping-y city I've ever been, but sadly live.

Luckily our family has a drawer full of old, used iPhones so that I was able to start using Mum's old white 3G after idiotically dropping my old faithful with dire consequences. 

This is one of those pictures that just looks intersting, in a way that made me like it enough to touch up. Before long there'll be some pretty colours clothing these bare branches.

Oh look it's yours truly, this is my face! And my new necklace and my lovely camera and my bed.

This was taken on Saturday when I met Annika after not having seen her for over a week (this understandably meant there was an intense amount of catching up to do). It was brilliant and I enjoyed the first chai latte I've ever bought with money I've earned. Got two lollipops for free!

Lately, I have really been missing Japan. It has been a year since I got back and the thought of it makes me feel nostalgic and sad for numerous reasons. I miss everyone I met there so much and I feel terrible for not staying in touch regularly. I can't say that it's impossible or that I don't have time.

The truth is that I just got distracted with trying to sort myself out here. There have been too many things to think about and demons to fight and changes to embrace. So much has happened since I got back from Tokyo, I think my past self would never believe what was to come.

I'm also so sad that I have so little opportunity to use the language that I can feel that I am no where near as fluent as I was by the time I had been there for half a year. While I was confronted with Japanese every day and forced to partake in every day conversation I had no difficulty whatsoever dealing with it, I loved it.

I'm promising myself from now, to do some more independent studying and watch some more corny J-Drama.

And here is something that could will make you happy. (It's a cat eating a banana. I know you want to.)

velvet tee in january

It's Saturday afternoon and I'm worn out and full of couscous and coffee.
This week felt so short, but it was good. I finished school early nearly every single day and held a Japanese presentation which went well. I wish I could put into words my undying love for Tokyo. It's been almost a year I've been back in Germany, but that demands and deserves a seperate post laden with old pictures and purikura.

Last week a beautiful package arrived from Urban Outfitters. As soon as I slipped these black beauties on to my longing feet I felt happy and am now basically still massively happy that the shoes I have been eyeing up online for a while are finally mine.
Deena & Ozzy heeled chelsea boots, you shall serve me well.

That same day I bought a gorgeous dip-hem skirt from Zara with my voucher leftover from Christmas and a sweet grey velvet T-shirt which was only 6€!

This coat is the latest object of my desire (seen on WishWishWish).

Also finally got some black and white film for my Dad's old Nikon F70 film camera. I can't wait to start experimenting as I am still a film virgin and have been longing for the delights of authentic film photographs for a while.
(Look at gorgeous Carl by the way! (S)he was very interested in my shoes.)

I am excited and intrigued about the world of blogs. There are numerous reasons why I haven't decided to start proper blogging earlier, one undoubtedly being: Who is actually interested?
I'll see soon enough, and for now I'm happy with this little place on the internet, regardless of how many pairs of eyes find it!

For your ears today, listen to this.

Tomorrow I shall tie my hair up and wear my long lavender skirt again and serve people green tea matcha latte and steal sushi and sweet breads to take home from the beautiful café where I work.

new born

I'm finding it difficult finding something witty and clever to say on my first ever post on this beautifully clean palette of a blog.

I'm a 17-year-old english girl living in a busy city in Germany. My Mum works for a bank, my sister is an aspiring doctor and my Dad has been working and surviving in Singapore now for nearly a year.

Simple things seem to make me happy, like clothes, pastel colours, good music and new shoes. More complicated things make me sad... sometimes it seems impossible to adjust.

I want to leave you with something more aesthetically pleasing than squiggly black words on white so here is something your ears could enjoy as well.

I promise, the next time I post will be with pretty pictures and beautiful new purchases! It may be sooner than I think, but for now the lighting is too dim and I'm feeling tired looking at Carl sleeping on my bed.
(Carl is not a beautiful boy with pale skin and high cheekbones, who listens to the best music and dresses impeccably... Carl is a little black kitten who's been in a bad mood all day.)