The sweet 16.

A bunch of my friends have already turned sixteen. Some are even older. But today it's my turn. All there's left now is the greater, independent 18. I feel old. No, I don't. I feel older. Like a big girl? I really don't know. But I know that I'm sixteen, life's great and this year will rock. Happy birthday to me.

Inspiration.

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If only I had the money for picture editing-programs, cameras, lenses and plane tickets.

Merry belated Christmas.

It's been a while. A long while, so to say. A month and two days. In that period of time, a lot has happened. But I do hope all of you out there had a wonderful, wonderful Christmas.

Opposites.

Good Times.

These are some of my friends. They're a group of awesome people, and I spent most of the weekend with a nice mixture of different ones. I finished my five hour-essay English test today, and I'm not halfway through my midterm-5-hour-essay-test...things. I honestly don't know what you call it in English.

Secret # 104.

"The birds won't sing anymore. It's cold. I miss your presence. I am home, but something is missing. I've got absolutely everything I need, but something is not as it should be. I am a stranger among my closest. Walking between them as a ghost, without anything... secure, sort of. As if I'm under the ice and everything else is above it. I am present, but not on solid ground."

Quiet Storm.

The land is covered by a silent, white snow. You can't hear the careful steps running through the white powder. Everything's quiet, and you can't hear the screams. They come from within, somewhere hidden behind a big smile and a happy laugh. From somewhere behind a cold warmth. Oxymoron. You still cannot hear the steps running through the snow, the steps are moving further away.