The stage of life

No, I’m not going to go through all seven life stages of a human being, I am going to talk about something I have been wanting to do for a while now.


Yes, acting. I adore and admire the art, and the hard work that comes with it.

Now, if you know me personally, you may laugh, and go:

“But Kyra, you hate hard work!”

And I would agree with you; yes, I do, I hate working hard.

But the full stop has been placed too soon. I hate working hard for things I don’t enjoy. There’s a reason behind my god-awful grades. Which I am trying to lift out of the deep dark pit I dragged them to, mind you. But that’s beside the point. The point is, I would reshoot a scene many times without complaints(unless I think one of the existing shots was perfect), and I would keep going ’till early morning if the schedule is tight, and I would learn to fucking dance and sing (my worst nightmare) if my role needs it, and I will tolerate any inconveniences that come with the job, because the job sounds fantastic to me. And I am fully aware it’s not much of a job, especially when you start acting, because it always starts with a hobby, and a part-time thing, because it’s not very reliable and it’s not much of a steady income, and roles come and go, and it’s complicated and I’m probably forgetting a load of other negative sides about acting, but for once, I would love to take the risk. And this isn’t about getting major roles in Hollywood films, it’s about how much I think I would enjoy acting.

Now, I also know one does not simply start acting. There’s a lot of practice in the art, and one should start early, if you ask me. So next week I’ll start with simple theatre lessons, and we’ll see how it goes.

A headfirst slide into the terror of new things, with intense guitar riffs in the far background. For dramatic effect, you see.

Ah, yes. Acting. It’s terrifyingly attractive, is it not? Or maybe that’s just me.

I salute you, and wish you all a very good night.

Off to adventure! In a stereotypical fist-in-the-air pose, of course.


Updates on productivity.

My post titles are like Fall Out Boy song titles.

So. It has certainly been a while. I think there really is no one other than me to blame for this. On the other hand, I have been updating all of my social media profiles, and frankly, it’s time I update this one, too.

I took a walk today. Which is terrifying, I know. But yes, I exercised a bit, and as I did so, I took photos. Also terrifying. When I came home, I helped my mum make dinner, I cleaned and reorganised my closet, so all in all; Terrifying.

Yes. I have been productive lately! Productivity is so much easier to achieve when no one forces you. When I am alone, I would be much quicker to clean my room, vacuum it, learn for tests, exercise, eat healthy.. I’m not implying I do all these things on a regular basis, but what I am implying is that I am much more compelled to do such activities when no one tells me to. I get a feeling of defiance and rebellion every time someone orders me about. This is an accurate representation of what happens:

“Clean your room! It’s a mess! Your grades are going down, too. It’s linked, you know. A messy room equals a messy head!”

At this point, my inner monologue would go something like: “Good point, yes. I can’t function as well in a messy room as in an organised one, but I could think of that myself, thank you. I don’t need you pointing that stuff out.” Which then causes me to sit on my arse out of defiance and mindlessly scroll Tumblr.

So, I have lost all interest in this post, guess what I’m doing now (if you are incapable of guessing, read the last three words of the sentence before this one.) So I think this rounds up today’s post. Enjoy the rest of your day.

See you in hell!


Certain things are just timeless. For any era, for any age. Leather jackets, for example. And sleepovers. Also roadtrips, stargazing, Converse shoes, writing, music, and trench coats.

The beauty about those things is the way you could still talk to your great-grandchildren about the colour of your favorite Converse, the sleepovers you held when you were eight, the ones you held when you were twenty, and the fantastic roadtrip you had in between. The way you see the same things in old photographs as you see with the outcasts, before it becomes the latest fashion, and turns into an old photograph by time, so the cycle can repeat itself. Not forever, of course. But long enough for the people to consider it ageless.

Because that’s what ageless is. Simply long-lasting. But that’s the beauty of that concept. Nothing is forever, but some things are forever remembered. And some things come close to forever, and when that happens, we call it ageless.

Ageless like the dreams lived long after they were dreamed.

Too much?

Yeah, too much.

I’ll see you around.

Appropriate titles are for regular people.

Ah, don’t think I forgot about this ole thing, I simply forgot to finish my drafts, and when I look back, it’s already too late to post them.

The story of my life, and I’m not even at a quarter of it, how truly promising!

Anyways, I’ve been well, thanks for asking. I have been up to a few things, I have been down a few times, I have had adventures and I have figured out my brother’s password.

Oh, and my TARDIS key is still hanging unfinished on a standard. The things I forget. They would make quite the list, in my case.

Anyways, I have had some magnificent school-related sucesses and some other general good things in my life, but things are still not very impressive. Anyways, tomorrow’s a day for walking and watching three series simultaneously, but a busy schedule means ‘get the fuck out of your goddamn bed before i take you by the sheets and rip you from your fajita-like cocoon right into the freezing cold of the outside world.’ or something less… Vulgar.

Slowly getting out of (W)h(o)and

Am I slowly (slowly? I don’t even believe myself) becoming the Doctor? Or do I just like the shoes?


It’s a mystery to us all.

€ 70,- for the bloody things, but I believe that’s worth it, in the end. I had a grumpy shopping trip with mum and bought nothing but these lovely little buggers.

Now that i think of it, I bought two tiny, tiny little notebooks. They’re really cute, if not a bit unfortunate in color. There were only pink and purple ones in one pack, but they’re cute and little and I should start keeping paper and a pen with me, it has proven to be useful before.

That’s the end of this post, although I might go for a walk if the weather clears up; it’s gross outside, and I can still feel the ghost of droplets on my face, despite being entirely dried up.

Still, every post must end, and every second I waste will be used to strike me back in the inevitable way, namely:

Draft saved at 6:15:47 pm.


One Hell of an Age Gap

Here I am, on the couch, not even wanting to walk to the kitchen to make myself a tea. Who would, after 3 hours of continuous walking. In bad shoes, too. It was wonderful though, Liz hit me up saying she wanted to do some walking, but I had made plans with my mum to do the same. Easy compromise; The three of us (four, after we robbed another lovely friend from his home) walk together. We had adventures, found a port’o potty, tripped over our own feet, made them hurt, made bad jokes, found playgrounds, construction sites, and rivers, and generally enjoyed each others’ presence.

With my mum, of course.

She felt like she was twenty again, she told me, laughing, after we dropped the team off at their living areas. Everyone loved my mum’s company, you would have forgot she’s over two decades apart in age. Three, in my case, even. She’s a youthful one, my mum. But with the wisdom of someone who has lived a long, long time.

So we had a wonderful time, this will defenitely happen again in the near future, and I think the energy drink I had an hour ago has worn off, and I need a rest. Very busy- but fun!- day ahead, and I’m already half an hour into it. I’ll make myself some gentle (HA!) tea and round things up now.

See you in hell!