Do you remember this show? #throwback #favourite #90’s #TheWildThornberrys 🚍🐒 “This is me, Eliza Thornberry, part of your average family. I’ve got a dad, a mom, and a sister. There is Donnie - we found him. And Darwin, he found us. Oh yeah, about our house - it moves, because we travel all over the world. You see, my dad hosts this nature show, and my mom shoots it. Okay, so we’re not that average. And between you and me, something amazing happened… and now I can talk to animals. It’s really cool, but totally secret. And you know what? Life’s never been the same.”

Felt like I also have to fit some 70 photos into a little slide hehe 😁 What a year we just left behind… NOW IT’S TIME TO MOVE ON AND SEE WHAT NEXT YEAR BRINGS AND MAKE IT THE BEST 🍻 Music: #Splashh - Sun Kissed Bliss

HAPPY NEW YEAR!! Remember to give much love and respect to people around you. Listen, watch, feel and learn. Go for risks and adventure, try new things and take care of yourself, because you are responsible for you own happiness in life ❤️ My weird tradition of setting my New Year’s wishes and promises on fire.. 💥

I memorise so many things about you. Tiny little details that matter to me, but I would never tell you all about it, because I don’t know if it would scare you or if it would make you feel happy and important.

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Sunday 24 november 2013, first text post

Half past midnight. Fuck. I started worrying again. I can’t admit that I can be the worrying type sometimes. I hate people who worry. They ruin all the spontaneous fun around themselves and then they want too much control in all situations.

When I worry I always start hungering for the road. Being on the go makes things easier in life. No need to settle down and establish deep down relationships where you expose yourself to someone who can hurt your feelings. No need to regret mistakes and feel shame when nobody knows you. More poise for the night, when you know you’ll be gone the next day. You can choose whatever; all decisions are in your hand. I see it as a better form of escaping that rewards you with adventure and new impressions.

I could probably go on forever and rant about my overanalysed life, but it’s most likely I’ve forgotten this by tomorrow. That’s how I work. Shit is emotional and then the next second it’s gone with the wind. Quoting Ferdinand von Schrubentauff (I have no idea who this guy is): I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.  

Baisers,

Anna