Bedtime Story - Life's About To Kiss You

Tonight's sounds:

Agnes Obel - Riverside (Lulu Rouge Remix)

Ben Howard - Only Love

Even though some of you probably see me as a positive and smiley person (and Lord knows I am), I sometimes blame myself for everything.

For eating that Krispy Kreme, for saying the wrong sentence, for not posting enough, for not hugging enough, for not letting others know that beside the fact that I smile a lot, I care a lot more.

Was blaming myself yesterday for sending out those e-mails, for not getting replies, for letting my negative emotions out.

This morning I woke up and I bended my knee after almost a week of not doing it, after an injury. It hurt. But it’s for the better. Because life hurts, it hits you in a face, breaks your heart and then… it kisses you.

Got some positive replies, one really good book to read tonight, I know my family is doing well this evening.

One evening. With no regrets. More sugar. More music. More smiley hearts.

Don’t forget, life is about to kiss you, so put on your best behavior.

Nighty night,

Karolina x.

Bedtime story - A Little Bit of Champagne Now and Then is a Good Thing

A little bit of champagne now and then is a good thing.

To be honest, being a little bit more honest after having a little bit of champagne, I recently had a very lovely experience on Great Russel Street, London.

So me and E decided to celebrate her visit last Thursday.

We bought some champagne, macaroons and sat in Covent Garden watching all the charming people.

Then E suggested we go shopping. A girl never says no to a new something, even if that's the smallest thing you could find in London.

Knowing how strict all stores are with drinks and food inside, we got to Great Russel Street before our shopping spree to finish our opened champagne bottle.

The day was great. People were smiling and the weather was nice enough to let me wear a dress. But I wasn't feeling excited. To explain how I felt, I'll quote one of my bright friends. 'You know how you feel good and positive but not as happy so you could cry out of happiness? I don't feel like that very often.' So I was feeling exactly like that - comfortable, positive but not like I had my finger tips crossing the sky.

Whilst standing there and chatting, drinking champagne, people were walking by, thinking about what work to do, books to read, lunch to have etc.

I saw one man wearing a suit, sunglasses, long coat. He seemed confident and charming but deep in his thoughts, not paying too much attention to the world around him.

So my mind and champagne's collaboration led me whispering to E:

'Woooooooah, look how perfect he is!'

E just looked, nodded and looked away.

Then, when he was already a few steps away from us, he looked back, looked me in the eyes and smiled.

I smiled back.

That smile, I know, and I just knew, there was something that made me feel happy.

At least for that time, that moment.

Hope it made him feel the same.

So,

A little bit of champagne now and then it is a good thing.

Nighty night, my sparks.
xo,
Karolion.

Bedtime story - The Queen is E

My Friday’s face by Ugne Jaks

Saturday ~9a.m.
E was smiling. I felt happiest as I've ever been for her.

Saturday  ~3a.m.
Just before the club shut and all the party animals were reminiscing whether they should call it a night or was it still young, I've met a guy. His handsomeness and our group's wish to explore the mystery of the night lead us going to the after party with the guy and his friends.
While standing in the kitchen and still having a dilemma with myself whether I should drink or not, I noticed that E was missing. Without even blinking or thinking I told U 'Quick! We've lost E, we have to make sure she's okay.'
Then me and U guided ourselves around a huge, nicely decorated flat. We've found E in one of the bedrooms sitting with the same guy who asked us to join the party. I looked at E and exchanged eye contact, in that moment I realized she was happy, young and free, right there, right then.
So we left them on their own accord.
The night for myself was full of popcorn, broken glass and discussions about Pret A Manger's coffee's quality. At about 7a.m. me and E kissed the cheeks of our other girlfriend's and went home. But as soon as we reached my house and the sun was rising we decided to finish this night/morning with bagels, coffee and orange juice.

Saturday ~9a.m.
E was smiling. I felt happiest as I've ever been for her.
She was the queen of that night.
The Queen is E.

Nighty night, sparks.
Karolion.