“I no longer know
If I wish to drown myself
in love,
vodka
or the sea.”
— ald

Normality is a paved road. It is easier to walk on, but no flowers grow on it. -Van Gogh

We went for less traveled roads and got lost on the way.

It's not a revival of the wardrobes of the cast from "The Big Bang Theory"; it's a collection made of lovely, comfy, and real clothes for that quiet girl (the one cramming that bio book on the corner) whose interested in the workings of the universe.

The bells of the church rang. I stepped into the withered stairs, covered in leafs that no one would clean. San Miguel was there, abandoned, nostalgic, just the skeleton of the building it once was. And I was different, too. My body had grown and began to show traces of womanhood.
I opened the rusted gate, looked to my side, then went inside.

I was walking on my way home when two schoolboys in bikes passed. They knocked me down and I fell in the mud. Luckily, my satchel didn't even get scratched. All my notes are safe.

We never saw the tides coming. A misadventure, indeed.