Head over heels...

 Hey, it's Lenna again. I am suddenly so active! I guess Tumblr really was never enough, I feel like I can get more personal here... So I will, once again, but this time over a boy I will call Ethan (not his real name, I don't think I can get that personal).

So, let's get started. The moment our paths first crossed, I could sense something different about him. With his brooding gaze, smiles aimed at me and magnetic presence, he draws me in like a moth to a flame. Every word he speaks, every gesture he makes, is like small explosions in me. I didn't think this was possible, but love is like that...? He always sits next to me when we meet, and has started hugging me each time we meet. His hair is black, eyes dark brown and he follows me on Instagram. Yet, despite the undeniable pull I feel towards him, I know that our love can never be. Mom says she likes him, but there is this one problem...

He was born in 2005, and me in 2009. It's like a boundary that cannot allow us to become closer than we are, meeting once or twice a week for leisure activities and holding hands. He is genuinley interested in me, and has sought me out to talk to me since we first met. I remember when we were fooling around and I lent him my eyeliner and ended up drawing it on him. With my hands on his face we both laughed. Like, what? Those moments are all I need to keep me up in times like these...

Because amidst the turmoil and uncertainty, the lost people and the scars that will never fade there are moments of fleeting intimacy—moments when he holds me in his arms, his embrace a sanctuary from the chaos of the world. In those stolen moments, we are close, our hearts beating in synchrony, and for a brief, fleeting instant, it feels as though we are the only two souls in the universe.

But reality always comes crashing back, reminding me of the chasm that separates us—a chasm that can never be bridged. And so, I am left to grapple with the bittersweet agony of unrequited love, yearning for a connection that can never be fully realized.

As I sit here, pouring my heart out onto my blog under my web name Lenna Nymphet, I am reminded of the immortal words of Emily Bronte: "Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." And though our love may be forbidden, it burns with a fervor that cannot be extinguished—a flame that will endure against all odds.

For in the arms of Ethan, I have found solace, passion, and a love that transcends the boundaries of time and space. And though our paths may never converge, I will carry the memory of our fleeting moments together in my heart forever. 

Until next time, love, Lenna

Damon Salvatore quotes

"Because in the end, when you lose somebody, every candle, every prayer is not going to make up for the fact that the only thing you have left is a hole in your life where that somebody that you cared about used to be."

"You can't just sit there and wait for life to come to you. You have to go get it."

"The best way to not get your heart broken is to pretend you don't have one."

February school life update

Hey everyone, it's Lenna  here with a new life update (not music videos or pictures, who would've thought?).

Okay, picture this: mountains of schoolwork towering over me like an unclimbable summit, and friendships slipping through my fingers like grains of sand. Sounds dramatic, right? Well, that's just life in my town for you.

Lately, it feels like I'm drowning in assignments, buried under a never-ending avalanche of essays, quizzes, and projects. Sometimes I wonder if the teachers are secretly plotting to see how much they can pile onto us before we all crack. And trust me, I'm teetering on the edge. But it's not just the workload that's got me feeling like I'm caught in a whirlwind. It's the friendships—or lack thereof—that have me spinning in circles, trying to make sense of it all. One day, everything's cool, and the next, it's like I'm invisible, watching my so-called friends drift away without a word of explanation.

It's like trying to navigate a maze blindfolded, stumbling through the twists and turns with no clue where I'm going or who's on my side. And the worst part? I don't even know why. Did I do something wrong? Say the wrong thing? Or is it just part of growing up, realizing that some bonds are meant to fray and fade away?

But hey, I'm not giving up that easily. I may not have all the answers right now, but I refuse to let the storms of 9th grade tear me apart. So, to anyone else out there feeling lost in the chaos, remember: you're not alone.

Until next time, love, Lenna

"And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now... Next chapter!"

 

Saturdays spent alone

Hey,

Lazy Saturdays—they're so needed. In a world that's always moving, I enjoy staying in my room and taking walks around the neighborhood all day. Breakfast feels hollow, with empty chairs and cold bread. The day stretches out before me, seeming endless. Maybe I'll try to lose myself in a book, but the words blur together, meaningless and distant. Or perhaps I'll attempt to create something beautiful, only to find my hands trembling, unable to grasp the threads of inspiration.

The kitchen holds no solace, just empty cupboards and faded memories. I try to conjure up the warmth of a shared meal, but it slips through my fingers like grains of sand. I just end up rewatching Coraline again after dinner.

So here's to lonely Saturdays, to moments of emptiness in a world that never seems to stop moving. Embrace the silence, my friends, and let yourself be carried away by the bittersweet ache of solitude.

Until next time,

Lenna

My Sacred Bedroom

Hey there, fellow person of the web! Let's chat about something super cool—our bedrooms. You know, that place where we crash after a long day of school, homework, and whatever drama life throws our way? Well, what if I told you that our bedrooms could be so much more than just a place to sleep?

Picture this: a cozy retreat, filled with all the things that make your heart happy. For me, it's soft fairy lights twinkling in the dark, posters of my favorite bands plastered on the walls, and a pile of comfy pillows waiting to embrace me. Yep, that's my sacred space—a sanctuary where I can be totally, unapologetically me. But it's not just about the decorations, you know? It's about the vibe. I've filled my room with stuff that brings me joy, like photos of my friends and family, little trinkets from adventures, and even some crystals because, hey, why not? Each item has a story, a memory attached to it, and being surrounded by them makes me feel grounded, connected.

But you know what's the best part of having a sacred bedroom? It's knowing that no matter what craziness is happening in the world outside, I have this little slice of peace all to myself. It's my safe haven, my escape, my sanctuary.

Well, happy Friday! I'm going to go light a few candles and watch Victorious or Taylor Swift interviews or something, that's the vibe of the day... Until next time, love, Lenna.

These pictures scream summer

"You took a polaroid of us, then discovered...

The rest of the world was black and white

but we were in screaming color."

Out Of The Woods - Taylor Swift

 

Guitar fingertips

 Hey, hey, hey! It's your girl Lenna, checking in from the wild world of teenage rebellion. Or at least that's what I feel like playing my grandma's old guitar that I just found in the garage again. It's been a minute since I last played it, and it's been a minute since I spilled my thoughts all over the place, so let's dive into the chaos, shall we?

Oh, I love playing my guitar even if my fingertips gets permanent marks from it after a few hours. I feel like a litteral rockstar, and not like I need to be as silent as I always am. I feel like screaming!!! Even singing lyrics like I did solo at concerts as a kid, I feel like I'm finally back into my huge love for this. Is it new on this blog? I don't feel like I have mentioned it once before...

Lyrics are the heart and soul of rebellion. Whether I'm belting out my own tunes or screaming along to my favorite bands like I mostly do, music is the language that speaks to the misunderstood, the misfits, and the sk8er girls with untamed spirits (see what I did there?). Oh, looking back at this blog at 30 and cringing is the goal of all of this. So, let me add to it...

Keep it real, keep it punk, and keep on rocking! 🤘✨

The Silence in the Chaos

Hey there, it's been a hot minute. Or more like a cold, distant month since I've dipped into the chaos of sharing my thoughts. Life, huh? It's been doing its thing – throwing curveballs, playing tricks, and, as usual, keeping me on my toes.

Ever have those moments when you vanish into the abyss without a trace? Well, that's been my vibe lately. Sometimes, the noise of the world becomes too much, and the only way to survive is to retreat into the shadows for a while. But guess what? I'm back, and the shadows didn't swallow me whole. Disappearing is an art, my friends. It's not about running away; it's about finding a quiet corner of your mind to recalibrate. The world's a demanding stage, and sometimes you need a moment backstage to catch your breath. I'm not only talking about this silly little blog, I'm talking about my school life.

Time, the elusive creature that slips through our fingers like grains of sand. A month can feel like an eternity, or it can vanish in the blink of an eye. In my world, it's been a reckless dance with time – a chaotic waltz that leaves you breathless and wondering where the hours went. And here we are, February 2nd of 2024. The year I will turn fifteen. I can't really believe it.

Well, stay twisted, stay curious, and let the chaos stay before I post again. I promise I will be more active x