February Favourites


I’ve discovered so much new music this month, it’s actually incredible. During the past few weeks, I’ve particularly fallen in love with songs from the 70s and 80s, especially by bands like Fleetwood Mac (their album “Rumours” is literally all I’ve been listening to recently), The Rolling Stones and The Beatles, whom I’d liked  before but have grown to love even more now.

Actually, the reason I got into that kind of music was that I decided to check out more of the stuff Harry Styles listens to, simply because he’s my favourite person on earth and I knew he liked some of my favourite bands as well. So I summoned all my stalking skills, collected all the information on his music taste I could find and put everything into a playlist.

To be honest, I didn’t expect to like it very much cause I used to get really annoyed when my parents put on their records from that time, but I soon found myself listening to the playlist all day. And the next day. And the day after that. Of course, there are recent songs in there as well which makes it a lovely mix, so do check it out if you fancy listening to something new. 🙂
But I didn’t only go back in time music-wise this month – my other favourite has actually only been released yesterday, so putting it in here is a bit of a cheat, but it’s so good that not mentioning it would’ve felt more than wrong.

You might already know that The 1975 are one of my favourite bands, so it’s not a big surprise I love everything they release, but I guarantee you they’ve truly outdone themselves with this one.

Their new album “I like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it” does not only have the longest title I’ve ever heard, but is also the most aesthetically pleasing work of art I’ve ever seen/ listened to.

You can really tell that the songs on this album belong together and build an entity which I love because it makes me feel like the artists are trying to tell a story or paint a picture that everyone can interpret individually. I feel like”I like it when you sleep for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it” is not only an album, but a whole new concept the band has created which is also expressed by the entire design of the album and booklet.

I wish I was one of those brilliant music critics so I could tell you precisely what it is about this album that makes it so special, but, to be honest, I have no idea. There’s just something about it that makes you get completely lost in it and, to me, that’s exactly what music should achieve.


The best (even though not exactly healthiest) way to deal with exam stress is snacking as much as you possibly can. So naturally, as I had some important ones to write this month, I was snacking A LOT. Eventually, I had had so much that I’d reached a point where I didn’t wanna see any sweets or salty snacks ever again – with two exceptions. Sea salted crisps, cause you can never go wrong with those and Cadbury Marvellous Smashables chocolate cause it’s too good to ever get sick of it.

Obviously, when you eat that much, you also ought have something to drink, right? Especially during stressful times, tea is always the answer and although a good old Yorkshire or PG tips surely is lovely, for some reason, I really fancied some fruit tea, mainly cause it tastes absolutely brilliant combined with chocolate. However, to choose the right one is quite tricky cause it’s hard to find fruit teas that don’t consist of 99% sugar. Fortunately, I found the perfect one at Sainsbury’s for less than a pound and I’m not kidding you when I say it’s the best tea I’ve ever had. Definitely try it out if you can, you won’t regret it!



My best friend and I recently went to London for a day and decided to have a look around Lush Oxford Street and – holy guacamole – it’s literally heaven. Despite actually wanting to use the little time we had in London to do some shopping, we somehow managed to spend two entire hours inside the store trying out one product after the other, getting free hand massages, smelling at everything until we actually started to feel a little woozy and talking to a very lovely shop assistant called Carlos who knew more about every single Lush product than you can possibly imagine. When we did manage to leave after donkey’s years and carried on with our shopping tour by getting some books at Waterstones, the cashier legit asked us whether we’d been to Lush although she was standing metres away from us – that’s how good we smelled!

Even though there’s probably nothing as great as the scents at Lush, I’ve also really been loving this body butter I picked up at Tk Maxx some weeks ago. The scent is called “acai berry” which I’ve admittedly never heard of before, but it sort of smells like a very nice and fresh blend of raspberry, blueberry, strawberry and blackberry. It’s super moisturising, very soft on the skin and a perfect scent for getting in the right mood for spring!


As I’m already rambling on about things that smell amazing, I’d also quickly like to recommend this peach blossom candle by Price’s, you’ll understand why I love it so much as soon as you smell it.



As I’m a proper stationary nerd and get more excited than any normal person would whenever I get to buy new notebooks, pens or pencils, I was absolutely chuffed when I found out that a Tiger store had recently opened up in my city. In case you’ve never been to one of their shops, they don’t only sell lovely stationary, but also lots of different little bits and bobs that nobody really needs but everyone wants cause they’re beyond cute and not to expensive either. When I hopped on the train into town to check out the new store, I really wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I wanted to buy everything I saw, but luckily somehow managed to restrict myself from doing so and only got a few presents for some friends and this sparkly notebook, which I adore more than anything else and now use to collect my favourite poems.

On my way back, I also had another quick look through Tk Maxx where I came across these adorable little cards that are perfect if you wanna leave someone a cute message or surprise your friends or family members by giving them one of these and reminding them that you’re glad to have them in your life.


Soooo, I suppose that’s all for this month. You might have noticed that I didn’t include any books in this, the reason for that is that I’m gonna discuss those in a separate post because the ones I read this month are way too good to just talk about in one or two sentences. If you like, let me know if you’ve tried any of the things mentioned and tell me about your own favourites! Wishing you all a good start into the next week xx


Yellow (A Short Story)

As you might have read in one of my recent posts, I’ve lately set myself the goal to start writing fiction again. Until I was around 11 or 12, I was obsessed with coming up with stories, but unfortunately stopped writing since I had too much to do at school and was busy doing other things.

As I enjoyed it so much when I was younger, I reckoned it would be a good idea to get back to writing, but it turns out that that’s not as easily done as said. So far, I’ve only managed two short stories and one poem that is honestly too rubbish to publish (Wow, that rhymed! Maybe i’m a great poet after all?), so it’s not going very well.

Nevertheless, I thought I’d share this one with you; I know it’s not exactly a masterpiece and probably has one of the worst storylines in history, but it’s my first attempt, so please don’t judge me too much! It’s called “Yellow” and is inspired by the same-named Coldplay song, so maybe listen to that while reading if you like. 🙂 xx



I was sitting in Geography class, doodling in my polka-dotted notebook to prevent me from falling asleep, when my best friend Lola jogged my elbow for the fourth time in twenty minutes. “Hector? HECTOR?” “Yeah…” “You’re coming to that party with me, aren’t you? The one I told you about? The important one? The one that might actually change my life?” My stomach turned.

If there’s one thing that scares me more than giant spiders and the inevitability of death, it’s parties.

Why, you ask? Well, I can’t quite explain it either. The only one I’ve ever been to in my 16 years of life was the do my mum organised for my nan’s 80th birthday celebration and I’m pretty sure that doesn’t count, but despite having zero experience with it, the idea of being surrounded by lots of new people and having to dance to loud music I don’t even like freaks me out more than anything else.

However, I knew there was no way for me to get out of this one. Lola had been on about it ever since Marie, the girl she had fancied since 8th grade, had invited her and kept telling me that she wasn’t gonna survive this without my support. And since letting my best friend down seemed like an even worse option than facing my fear, I had no choice but to agree.

During the following days, the party was the only thing Lola talked about and with every time she mentioned it, my fright grew and grew. By the time we were standing in front of the house and were ready to go in, I was a nervous wreck and once I stepped inside, all I wanted was to turn on my heel and run away as fast as I could. But I stayed nonetheless.

For the first half an hour, I followed Lola around the house while she stopped every few metres to excitedly chat to one group of people after the other. I felt awful. Why was it so easy for her to talk to people, even those she barely knew?

Soon enough, she spotted Marie dancing with some of her friends in the centre of the living room and looked at me quizzically to ask whether I’d be fine on my own. Although I was indeed anything but that, I gave her a quick encouraging wink and a not-so-convincing smile before pushing my way through the merry party set to sit down on an empty chair in the corner of the room.

It felt quite surreal, sitting there all by myself. As if I wasn’t quite there and all the people laughing, drinking and talking around me were actually part of a completely different world. I didn’t belong here, and maybe I didn’t belong anywhere.

Why was it that I couldn’t bring myself to enjoy the things everyone else seemed to love? Was I doing something wrong because I didn’t feel like getting wasted, kissing different people every weekend and not remembering anything the next morning? Am I a failure for rather being alone watching films in my bedroom on a Friday night than meeting up with others and going out? For preferring to bake brownies with my mum and little sisters to going on dates with someone my age? Or for rather wasting away my weekends creating a perfect life for my stupid Sims characters than living my own?

I let my eyes wander, envying every single person in the room for getting their jollies and hating myself for not being blithe like them.

My head started to ache from the dance tunes that were nothing but noise in my ears and I think I spotted Marie and Lola kiss on the other side of the room, unable to be happy for my friend since all those glum thoughts still occupied my mind. I started to get angry. Angry at everyone here for having the time of their lives, at the world for being unfair, but most of all, at myself for being so miserable.

Wrapped in thought, it took me more than a minute to realise that a timid looking boy with bright blue hair and round purple glasses had sat down on a chair a few metres away from me. Maybe it was because I felt sorry for him or because he reminded me of myself, but despite not having felt like talking to anyone a few seconds ago, I inched a bit closer to him.

“H-hey, you all right?”, I stuttered, unsure of what to say.

“Yeah, I guess so… thanks”, he responded hesitantly. “I’m Finn”


“Nice to meet you, Hector. You’ve got a cool name”

“Seriously? I think it’s quite ridiculous”, I smirked, and he smiled back, suppressing a giggle.

“Do you… do you wanna go get some air?”

Slightly anxious and not completely understanding what was happening and what the boy was up to, I followed him outside. It was completely dark when we left the house, the small patio only illuminated by the beams of light shining through the windows and the stars in the distance. Finn sat down on a bench with his back facing me and looked up at the sky.

“That’s better.”, he sighed in relief, turning his head in my direction and patting the space next to him, prompting me to sit down.

“It is”, I agreed as I let myself fall onto the bench, our arms brushing against each other.

“I bloody hate parties”, he announced, yawning.

“Me, too. I’d never thought I’d find someone who agrees with me on that, though”

“Well, I do. You know, I feel like people would be a lot happier if they spent their nights stargazing instead of dressing up every Friday night, going to parties like this one and getting rat-arsed to forget about the crap that’s going on in their lives”

I giggled. “Jeez, you sound like a character from an indie movie. Apart from those curse words, obviously” He grinned at me again, dimples showing and his tired eyes lighting up a bit.

“I know I do. But it’s true, isn’t it? Give it a try.”

The distant music from the party was still audible and the brisk air smelled like the beginning of spring, but when I looked up at the million stars above me, I lost track of everything around me. I felt small, but not in a depreciating way.

Blinding out my surroundings, I mulled over the same ideas again, this time from a slightly different perspective. Maybe I was wrong for putting myself down for not being able to enjoy the party? Perhaps it didn’t matter whether I spent my weekends on parties or alone in my room as long as what I was doing made me happy in some way?

Of course, I was different, but why would that make me a waste of space? I was one small puzzle piece making up this enormous, beautiful universe and for the first time in ages, I liked being myself.

Completely at ease, I rested my head on Finn’s shoulder, who was already snoring peacefully next to me. Even though I had no idea whether we were ever gonna see each other again after tonight and we were technically still strangers, I was so grateful to be there with him. I softly hummed the first lines of my favourite Coldplay song into his ear before I took one last look at the night sky and closed my eyes.

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you”