My body embraces the cold, lying outstretched, letting ice and snow cover me, making me shine. Angelic I will go to my grave.

This was an early picture that I took with my mum's first digital camera. I had lots of fun with the macro function in our backyard and in some of the parks in our little town. That was before I was made aware that people would usually deal drugs in those parks and was forbidden to go. I went anyways.

Head stuck in the clouds, mind drifting - I walk along the pavement, fallen leaves, trenched with rain. All those images stuck in my brain, not knowing where they come from, bizarre, evoking this dizzy feeling - detached from reality. Will I fall through the ground  or will my imagination save me?

This is one of the first pictures I took with my new camera that I got at the beginning of this year. It shows the port of Hamburg while the sun is setting. I lived in Hamburg for two years before I moved to Ireland and I have a lot of good memories there. I always liked to go down to the port and just look out on the sea for a while, but sadly didn't really get too many chances with work going on and such. It was good times anyways.

Okay, guys, this is kind of a personal post. I have just been uploading all the stuff I've written since I was, like, 14 unto my Google Drive and damn... I had forgotten how much I have actually written and how crappy some of it actually was. I am just digging through it. I'll let you see some gems and maybe I'll even translate whole stories for you if I feel the story kind of deserves it. This will be an absolutely hilarious trip, guys. Another thing that surprised me: I remembered how I was going to end most stories and I realized that I must have been a pretty morbid teenager (I still am pretty morbid, tbh). But in most stories some or all of the protagonists were going to die. I still have about 20 German stories up on the Internet somewhere and I am seriously ashamed. Anyways, since this wasn't very productive, have a song that I discovered today: I really like the ethereal vibe it gives off and the subtle melancholy in the song. Give it a listen.

Lanterns shine down upon you. Move around the corner and you will find them. Carcasses of the night leaving their souls with the shadows. Gentle predators waiting for their prey – the ones that smell pure, the ones about to die. Silently they creep along the crowded streets mingling with the dead ones to make their stinking corpses come alive again for a split second. The sick and twisted brains run through the gutter, hardly alive, looking to be enlightened, the warm embrace of idealism or the cold embrace of death – sharp claws piercing the soul – the soft daze of the morning hours or just a senseless fight to feel their blood warming their cold skin, to leave a mark on the streets. Innocence torn apart by the predators. They’ll find their prey, don’t worry. They will devour each last bit of life and thought and soul. With their crooked mouths they will devour and produce even more carcasses of the night.

Cape Clear A photograph taken at Cape Clear on a family trip with my in-laws. We spent a weekend on the island and we had mostly amazing weather.

Awaken. Breathe the night. Faint smell of smoke. The woods. Sounds of leaves, rustling. Distant laughing. Rhythmic footsteps. Awakening heart. Beating, beating, beating faster. Steps like sound of drums. Heartbeat pumping blood through veins. Blood swooshing, thumping, drumming in your ears. Breathe. Slowly breathe, air tickling your face. Feel your arms, your legs, your body. Cold limbs, waiting to warm up, waiting to wake. Heart beating faster. Able to move. Slowly rise. Awaken. Cold wind, steps moving faster, heart beating faster, skin feels air, night, rain. Feast on the impressions. Awaken. Dawn is near. Rise faster. Stretch your arms. Feel the blood whooshing through you. Lean back. Lean forth. Reach out with your arms, your legs. Feel every movement. Feast on your hunger, your thirst. Slowly open your eyes. Darkness. Shadows. Shapes. The smell of the night. The blood in your veins. Cold wind on your skin. Heart beating. The

Nienhagen, Mecklenburg-Vorpommern, Germany - May 2018 This picture was taken just before I left Germany this year in May. I went on a family holiday - my parents, my fiancé and me - to Rostock in the east of Germany. I lived there for about two years, it was the first place I moved after moving out of home, the place where I had my first apartment, my first job, my first boyfriend (although that didn't go too well) and so many more firsts. To me this shot captures the beginning of a new part in life perfectly. The sun is setting, the open sea is out there - an end and a new beginning. Leaving my shores.

Green grass has turned to gold, the trees are turning bare as mists wander the mountain-tops. Grey waves carry foreign tales onto the rough and rocky shores as rain slowly drizzles down. Warmed by the flame of burning peat, in my lonesome cottage I sit as autumn slowly passes.

Opaline, her skin like porcelain, dark hair flowing like a river by night over her thin shoulders, lightly tickling her waist. Lips like rose petals, her eyes black diamonds, looking towards her home in the west, out of this world. Oh, as I gazed at her, she fell and broke into a thousand shards, just like a dream.

Yay, my first post! So I don't really know what is appropriate as a first post, I've never done this before, after the usual sections I was a little lost as to what to do. But I guess, as a first post I can share something personal. Chances are no one will read this blog at this point anyways. In that picture are me and my fiancé on one of our first dates. I met him in Dublin, a friend introduced us and we started texting regularly. After about 6 months of daily texting this picture was taken - when I flew over to Ireland (I was living in Germany at the time) and met him again for the first time. And now after two years here we are - keys to our first rented apartment in our hands and me getting ready to get my wedding dress altered today. Which I'm very nervous about, because the wedding is only two months away and if anything goes wrong, it would be devastating. So thumbs up for me and my dress.