Travel to Firenze, food and art city.


This year I’ve visited Firenze two times already, and I’m going back next week for an art show in the Uffizi.
Last I went I saw Michelangelo’s “David” for the first time, I got really emotional. It’s awe inspiring how he could manage to do something so complicated at such a young age.

Makes you wonder what you can accomplish if you really set your mind to it…


David by Michelangelo.


Detail of David by Michelangelo.


Boboli Gradens at Palazzo Pitti.


Medici Tomb by Michelangelo


Detail of the Medici Tombs by Michelangelo


View at the Ponte Vecchio from the Galleria deli Uffizi.

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Artworks from the Galleria deli Uffizi:
Top: Detail of the Ara Pacis, ordered to be built by Augustus Octavian, first imperator of Rome.
Bottom: Tondo Doni by Michelangelo.


Palazzo della Signoria.

(Pictures all taken by me or my boyfriend, sorry for the iphone quality of some of them..)


How do I drown the pain I’m feeling? It lives inside me like a burning flame. It’s warmth spreading under my skin, everyday it gets more gasoline. Slowly creating a void inside me, filling me up with doubt and loathe. How come I can’t keep up? How come I can’t be happy?

Vent and Rant #3

Sometimes I wonder what will happen next. I’m scared but thrilled at the same time. I know I’m always complaining about being boring or having a boring life. Always comparing myself to the luck of others, especially in the matters of the heart.
I do find myself normal, not hard to look on and kind of smart. But still there’s a dark cloud above my head, still do I long for that epic romance.
All the while I’m longing I’m also putting myself down. Knowing I’m damaged deep inside, pain and rage are still living in my deepest corners.Therefore, there are times when I doubt someone might like me as I am. Why would they?

I’m scared of showing myself to the outside world because they will instantly judge but what I’m most terrified of is to never know true love. People say I’m still young and that my time will come but I just feel like a flower that’s withering day by day…

Rant #1

I’ve cried all I could and emptied what I felt. There’s no more there left for you or them.I’m starting to slowly build my defenses up and turn things around. What tears and claws at my heart it’s the neglecting and refusing from the loved ones. If I don’t care about you it doesn’t matter what you think of me.
Maybe I should just be silent, speak when they need me. Learn to vent to myself. No angry or mean words, no more. I’ll build up the walls I had before but trying not to hate me in the process, this time.

Might be there’s no reason for me to be as I am as it all comes down to a belief that self value is the best a person can have.