NEW BLOG!! http://bionic-bambi.blogspot.nl/

I've got this new blog since january and totally forgot that I still had this one! So here it is: http://bionic-bambi.blogspot.nl/. AND one of my favourite posts: http://bionic-bambi.blogspot.nl/2014/01/a-reversed-romance.html

Bordeaux, the new dark

Once everything was black, black and white. Dark and light flying in our space, our own fantasy world.

I began to see everything through big bordeaux glasses, the outside hiding in black, but from the inside bordeaux. 

They say that if you put your glasses off, you see black again. Everything is possible in fairytales, so I made my own kind. The kind that see and the kind that doesn't, cause sometimes you would  rather stay in a place called Mystery Land.

He took his visors off, the boy next to him is looking. He looked back and saw a pink robot, the kind that always says the right answers, but don't fool yourself, no one is a robot.

Bordeaux, we light up the dark. 

Love lost

Looking out of the window, it's raining. No singing birds, just silence. A fast beating heart, but cold as stone, colder than the ice queen herself.

They say love is blind and it certainly is. Sometimes you can be lost in the silence of the night, you can hear that one heart, that one that belongs to you. 

The witch got a pigs heart, instead of Snow white's. The hunter  gave her a chance on living, laughing and love, without walking like a stone cold witch.

The magical tent to Neverland

A tent, a magical tent. The sun shining through the curtains, the wind blowing in the air while writing my story to make an appearance in Neverland.

I believe in Neverland, just by believing in it. I can appear the magical place just by my imagination, it's not Neverland what we can see, it's the vision of a child, we can bring it back by relive our memories.

I believe in fairies, I believe in fairies, I believe in fairies, after that the magical powder of Tinkerbell fell all over the universe, like a big bursting balloon of glitters,  little pieces in the atmosphere. The fairytale began to be true.

Once upon a dream

Once upon a dream, I saw those gleaming eyes, they looked so familiar. I've been dancing with animals and singing songs, but that wouldn't get to my dream prince.

I slept for 18 years, I woke up and opened my eyes. It wasn't a dream, I just realised that fairytales are real, except for the talking animals. 

This is my fairytale,  where I'm the lead, where I'm telling my story. I don't need a prince in this story, this is a new one.

A very hipster come back

A long time ago I posted every week an article, but then something happened, I felt like I had to make a pause here, to get my inpiration back. I partied 2 weeks long, 2 days behind each other, those weeks were so hipster. I looked in the magic tunnel and there I found my inspiration cloud again, happily ever after.



Alice in wonderland meets hipster, perfect combination, classy, innocent but naughty. When I looked in the tunnel, I didn't fell like her, my life was already a wonderland, a hipster in wonderland.



I'm looking through the window, everything looks calm and ready, a blue sky and an invisable shadow is veiling the atmosphere. Popping a bottle in the morning after, fresh purple grapes, as sweet as the syrupy pancakes.

A hipster in wonderland, crazy and unpredictable.