Salty Surprise

Dear Diary, Salty Surprise! August 18, 2024. Let me set the stage: I was curled up in bed, battling some next-level cramps, and desperately craving something normal to eat. After nearly 24 hours of feeling like I was on a nauseous rollercoaster, I needed something simple and comforting. Something like…pancakes! I’ve had some success with

The Strongest Type of Witchcraft

The strongest type of witchcraft doesn’t need brooms to fly at midnight. They reveal themselves with phrases like ‘I have said what I have said’ or ‘What I have said, I have said.’ No royal blood or naval fleet, not even ants as armies; still, if you encounter these types of people, run – and I mean run for your dear life – at your earliest opportunity.

My Golden Buzzer

I dragged myself out of bed, hair looking like I’ve been wrestling with a tornado, and there He was, with a big grin, shining like the bright morning sun. Oh, I am madly in love with this Guy, more than all of you put together.

The Unrepentant Kissers

I recount my day at Biblioteca Camões, where I encounter a couple who can’t stop kissing, a snoring man with smelly feet, a human pin cushion blasting music, and other quirky library regulars. Amidst these distractions, I question if kissing should be banned in libraries, just like eating and smoking.