Things Start to Click

So I had this idea of something I used to do often when I was a small child. When my mom finished her maternal leave with me, and had to go back to work, I would usually spend my days at Oma’s house. Continue reading “Things Start to Click”

Insecure

Let’s be real here: we all have insecurities. Even the cockiest, most narcissistic person you can possibly think of has at least one thing that they hate about themselves. It’s inevitable, it’s undeniable. It’s what makes us human. Continue reading “Insecure”