Morning 🧡🍁

Writing fanfiction for me is about...

...Giving back missed opportunities to favourite characters, taking away cruel phrases, teaching them how to build something special... Yes, it's like putting whole universes in your head and giving them a home on paper... ✨

My inspiration 🖤🧡 Part 10.

My inspiration for Chapter 27 of the story "Trying to remember" 🩷

Summer time☀️

Hopefully this is the last time the snow decides to grace us unexpectedly and at night 🥲

Although, knowing our March... Well, I hope these are the last snowy photos of the season 🥲

Just working 🎨

Good morning ❄️

Outside -15°C, (feels like -20°C) ❄️

This is me walking and pretending I'm not scared of going to the dentist 😅

Active city, people rushing somewhere, someone running, exercising around the frozen lake. Everyone seems energised by the sun, despite the freezing weather ☀️

Twins are often about not having enough hands from the beginning...

Twins are about knowledge that behind the fiercest glint in the eye there is a tender heart, and behind the sweetest smile there is a cunning character...

Twins are about being able to read completely different emotions at the same time, and trying to help them live them out. And while one is at the height of joy, the other is desperately clutching your hand...

"You have a collective responsibility!" I often shout in the voice of an unfair judge (oh, how pedagogically bad it is, I know)🥲

But maybe that's why they don't get jealous of each other, the older one doesn't get jealous of the younger ones, because they know that if mum is angry, it's bad for everyone 🤣

Morning 🧡🤎

I just want to say, "I'm alive!" After a three-day temperature marathon with one of the twins. I'll admit, the 40s on the thermometer were a bit scary.

I seemed to get lost in the days and nights, alternating between medicines and other things to do.

As they say, what is "trouble" for one is "good" for the other, and the second twin enjoyed mum's separate attention on our rare walks. And the eldest son was given almost unlimited access to the internet in his spare time. Not ideal motherhood 🩷

Today I left the house alone for the first time, for an hour. Answered all my messages, bought a coffee at the coffee shop nearby.

Yes, I tried to read at nights, but Dostoyevsky has always been difficult for me.

I tried to write a chapter, and I'm getting better at it, but it was not without struggling.

Anyway, with humour, juggling medicines, I'm at this point now and waiting to see who gets sick next 🥲