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HELLO EDDIE READERS!
I am here to share with you some methods on how to make a Latte without an espresso machine! As you see, I am becoming quite addicted with lattes, I mean it’s just like a cup with warmth and pretty things right?
so here are some steps:
step 1 - Brew some very strong coffee. Double-strong works, or if you have espresso, you can use that as well.
step 2 - Heat up 1 cup (~175 ml) milk in a saucepan on the stovetop using medium heat. Use 2% milk or whole milk for a creamier latte, nonfat milk as a healthier substitute.
step 3 - Whisk the milk over the stove top with a whisk. Put a little arm into it. Alternately, use an electric blender, or — in a pinch — use a food processor to “froth” the milk
step 4 - Pour your coffee or espresso into a mug. Make sure to leave enough for your frothy milk.
step 5 - Keeping the foam in your saucepan, gently pour the milk into the mug. Once most of the milk has been poured into the mug, layer the milk foam on top for a delightful treat.
Put a little (very little) bit of vanilla extract in your espresso for a nutty, sweet flavor.
If desired, dust off the top of the espresso with a little bit of cinnamon or nutmeg.
more on here
I hope this post will make making lattes a lot easier and home made ones are always better! Have a good day everyone!
shai

HELLO EDDIE READERS!

I am here to share with you some methods on how to make a Latte without an espresso machine! As you see, I am becoming quite addicted with lattes, I mean it’s just like a cup with warmth and pretty things right?

so here are some steps:

step 1 - Brew some very strong coffee. Double-strong works, or if you have espresso, you can use that as well.

step 2 - Heat up 1 cup (~175 ml) milk in a saucepan on the stovetop using medium heat. Use 2% milk or whole milk for a creamier latte, nonfat milk as a healthier substitute.

step 3 - Whisk the milk over the stove top with a whisk. Put a little arm into it. Alternately, use an electric blender, or — in a pinch — use a food processor to “froth” the milk

step 4 - Pour your coffee or espresso into a mug. Make sure to leave enough for your frothy milk.

step 5 - Keeping the foam in your saucepan, gently pour the milk into the mug. Once most of the milk has been poured into the mug, layer the milk foam on top for a delightful treat.

  • Put a little (very little) bit of vanilla extract in your espresso for a nutty, sweet flavor.
  • If desired, dust off the top of the espresso with a little bit of cinnamon or nutmeg.

more on here

I hope this post will make making lattes a lot easier and home made ones are always better! Have a good day everyone!

shai

A poem i felt was needed. 
A playlist of things that happened <3
Love you all,
Rachael xxxx

A poem i felt was needed. 

A playlist of things that happened <3

Love you all,

Rachael xxxx

In Australia, each year around 600 children are diagnosed with childhood cancer. And every week, 3 children die. Australia has one of the highest incidences of childhood cancer worldwide and is second only to breast cancer in terms of the number of years of life lost by the disease. 

Camp Quality is the charity for children with cancer. Their purpose is to create a better life for children living with cancer in Australia. They aim to aid children with cancer as well their families and create a better life by building optimism and resilience. 

Each year, Camp Quality hosts a unique Supper Club dining spectacular that raises money and awareness for these children. Supper Club will bring together more than 2000 people across 150 of Australia’s finest, most exclusive and highly awarded restaurants for one fabulously glamorous evening. This year will be the first year in which Supper Club will be hosted in 5 different cities across Australia. Guests will be treated to a feast on a bespoke menu with award winning wines from McWilliam’s and Champagne Taittinger. Cities participating in this event are Sydney, Brisbane, Perth, Canberra and Melbourne. 

Camp Quality’s goal in life is to meet the identified needs of the families who have children with cancer. Camp quality allows kids to come to an oasis where it’s all about the laughter and fun. As their motto says, ‘Laughter is the best medicine.’ Children rave about the camp’s activities and how much they enjoy them. Everything from abseiling, mud biking, archery, swimming and ball games, these kids never want it to end. Camp Quality strives to create opportunities for all families to embrace normality and celebrate life in a supportive environment


Partnered with some amazing people, Camp Quality knows what it’s doing and how to help. An ambassador of Camp Quality, Sally Obermeder, has fought with breast cancer for almost a year after being diagnosed when she was 41 weeks pregnant. The television presenter says, “When you do come that close to dying, it never really is far from your mind. Everything else is in perspective.” After spending time with the Camp Quality kids she said, “When you see a child – it really takes all of your strength to hold it together. I just want to wrap them up and make sure nothing happens, and that’s why, even though for me it’s painful to do, I still do it.” Sally is an ambassador alongside Kirstie Clements, Danielle Spencer and Andy Allen. 


Over the past decade, Camp Quality’s Supper Club has been able to raise more than $6, 000, 000 to create a better life for cancer victims. Currently, Camp Quality reaches one in three children living with cancer, but support for this year’s event will enable them to reach more. 
- Nellie Baker ©

In Australia, each year around 600 children are diagnosed with childhood cancer. And every week, 3 children die. Australia has one of the highest incidences of childhood cancer worldwide and is second only to breast cancer in terms of the number of years of life lost by the disease. 

Camp Quality is the charity for children with cancer. Their purpose is to create a better life for children living with cancer in Australia. They aim to aid children with cancer as well their families and create a better life by building optimism and resilience. 

Each year, Camp Quality hosts a unique Supper Club dining spectacular that raises money and awareness for these children. Supper Club will bring together more than 2000 people across 150 of Australia’s finest, most exclusive and highly awarded restaurants for one fabulously glamorous evening. This year will be the first year in which Supper Club will be hosted in 5 different cities across Australia. Guests will be treated to a feast on a bespoke menu with award winning wines from McWilliam’s and Champagne Taittinger. Cities participating in this event are Sydney, Brisbane, Perth, Canberra and Melbourne. 

Camp Quality’s goal in life is to meet the identified needs of the families who have children with cancer. Camp quality allows kids to come to an oasis where it’s all about the laughter and fun. As their motto says, ‘Laughter is the best medicine.’ Children rave about the camp’s activities and how much they enjoy them. Everything from abseiling, mud biking, archery, swimming and ball games, these kids never want it to end. Camp Quality strives to create opportunities for all families to embrace normality and celebrate life in a supportive environment

Partnered with some amazing people, Camp Quality knows what it’s doing and how to help. An ambassador of Camp Quality, Sally Obermeder, has fought with breast cancer for almost a year after being diagnosed when she was 41 weeks pregnant. The television presenter says, “When you do come that close to dying, it never really is far from your mind. Everything else is in perspective.” After spending time with the Camp Quality kids she said, “When you see a child – it really takes all of your strength to hold it together. I just want to wrap them up and make sure nothing happens, and that’s why, even though for me it’s painful to do, I still do it.” Sally is an ambassador alongside Kirstie Clements, Danielle Spencer and Andy Allen. 

Over the past decade, Camp Quality’s Supper Club has been able to raise more than $6, 000, 000 to create a better life for cancer victims. Currently, Camp Quality reaches one in three children living with cancer, but support for this year’s event will enable them to reach more. 

- Nellie Baker ©

Walking into the office, It was not what I expected. Instead of grey suits, clunky computers, and cubicles, it was apples all along the edges of the room, the latest trends plastered over the walls and on the girls who worked there. 

For work experience, I was placed with Brisbane’s own Style magazine. It was an incredible experience. For five days I talked and worked with digital editors, photographers, journalists, publishers and editors. It was amazing. 

Day 1 I was introduced to everybody and got some pretty menial jobs to do, like filing. Of course, I had previously been told to expect this as they didn&#8217;t know me, didn&#8217;t know how I worked and would most likely not want to offer me harder jobs and asks in case I totally blotched them. However, day 1 was the last day I was asked to do filing. 

Day 2, things started getting interesting after I was invited to go out on a restaurant review. I got to try dish after dish in a 60’s cigar themed hotel restaurant and bar. It was divine. It was also the first time I had ever tried scollops, quail and duck. I got to see how to journalist approached the angle and the types of questions they would ask. I also got to see just how many photo’s a photographer takes just to get the perfect shot! I also learnt that these girls were rockstars because I have no idea how they managed to drive the car in 6 inch heels. 

Day 3, I was asked to write my first mock story. I was given some research, the founder’s website, a press release and a computer. I got to work immediately, researching every little thing possible, drafting up questions I could answer. I worked most of the morning on this piece. It was about a charity called Mindful in May. A charity that helps you through a month of meditation whilst you get sponsored. I finished the article and had a journalist read it. I was extremely excited when the journalist liked it and said she’d try and get it published! 

Day 4, I was given another article to write. This one on the charity Camp Quality, raising money for kids with cancer. I was also asked to do some other jobs as well. I found that as I continued doing jobs and as I talked more to the people, I got harder, more responsible things to do. Which was absolutely fine! The more the merrier when it comes to getting as much experience right? More responsibility was placed on my shoulders and I tried my very hardest to work my best and most fastest to get the job done. 

By Day 5, I knew I was going to miss work experience. And not only because each day I would get lunch from the bakery or the fact that the little coffee shop on the corner had amazing coffee and a real hot guy with an irish accent. Putting all those (pretty wonderful) things to the side, work experience was pretty darn fun. I learnt a lot, got a better understanding of the work and what would be expected of me in the future. And if I were you, I would defiantly sign up for a work experience now. I know some schools may not offer it or maybe you’ve never even heard of it, but ask your guidance counsellor or your year level coordinator if they can do anything to help and if not, I’m sure you can figure it out, because it really is worth it. And plus, it looks great on your resume!  So here is my account of work experience and I hope you can one day have one of your own. 

- Nellie Baker ©

Walking into the office, It was not what I expected. Instead of grey suits, clunky computers, and cubicles, it was apples all along the edges of the room, the latest trends plastered over the walls and on the girls who worked there. 

For work experience, I was placed with Brisbane’s own Style magazine. It was an incredible experience. For five days I talked and worked with digital editors, photographers, journalists, publishers and editors. It was amazing. 

Day 1 I was introduced to everybody and got some pretty menial jobs to do, like filing. Of course, I had previously been told to expect this as they didn’t know me, didn’t know how I worked and would most likely not want to offer me harder jobs and asks in case I totally blotched them. However, day 1 was the last day I was asked to do filing. 

Day 2, things started getting interesting after I was invited to go out on a restaurant review. I got to try dish after dish in a 60’s cigar themed hotel restaurant and bar. It was divine. It was also the first time I had ever tried scollops, quail and duck. I got to see how to journalist approached the angle and the types of questions they would ask. I also got to see just how many photo’s a photographer takes just to get the perfect shot! I also learnt that these girls were rockstars because I have no idea how they managed to drive the car in 6 inch heels. 

Day 3, I was asked to write my first mock story. I was given some research, the founder’s website, a press release and a computer. I got to work immediately, researching every little thing possible, drafting up questions I could answer. I worked most of the morning on this piece. It was about a charity called Mindful in May. A charity that helps you through a month of meditation whilst you get sponsored. I finished the article and had a journalist read it. I was extremely excited when the journalist liked it and said she’d try and get it published! 

Day 4, I was given another article to write. This one on the charity Camp Quality, raising money for kids with cancer. I was also asked to do some other jobs as well. I found that as I continued doing jobs and as I talked more to the people, I got harder, more responsible things to do. Which was absolutely fine! The more the merrier when it comes to getting as much experience right? More responsibility was placed on my shoulders and I tried my very hardest to work my best and most fastest to get the job done. 

By Day 5, I knew I was going to miss work experience. And not only because each day I would get lunch from the bakery or the fact that the little coffee shop on the corner had amazing coffee and a real hot guy with an irish accent. Putting all those (pretty wonderful) things to the side, work experience was pretty darn fun. I learnt a lot, got a better understanding of the work and what would be expected of me in the future. And if I were you, I would defiantly sign up for a work experience now. I know some schools may not offer it or maybe you’ve never even heard of it, but ask your guidance counsellor or your year level coordinator if they can do anything to help and if not, I’m sure you can figure it out, because it really is worth it. And plus, it looks great on your resume!  So here is my account of work experience and I hope you can one day have one of your own. 

- Nellie Baker ©

So many people (boys and girls, men and women) do not understand the beauty of their body so one day, when I was feeling particularly harsh against myself and my body, I wrote this poem to remind myself of the truth for the next time when I wouldn&#8217;t be able to see past my negativity.
If you ever feel like you are not perfect &#8220;and if you can&#8217;t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer because there&#8217;s something inside you that made you keep trying, despite everyone who told you to quit&#8221; (Shane Koyczan).
You do not realise how beautiful you are but &#8220;someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you&#8217;ve never seen, they&#8217;ll look at you like you&#8217;re everything they&#8217;ve been looking for their entire lives. wait for it&#8221;
Okay, so that last quote is quite cheesy but you need to remember that it is the truth and that the negative thoughts encased in own your mind are not shared by others.
- Natalie

So many people (boys and girls, men and women) do not understand the beauty of their body so one day, when I was feeling particularly harsh against myself and my body, I wrote this poem to remind myself of the truth for the next time when I wouldn’t be able to see past my negativity.

If you ever feel like you are not perfect “and if you can’t see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer because there’s something inside you that made you keep trying, despite everyone who told you to quit” (Shane Koyczan).

You do not realise how beautiful you are but “someday, someone is going to look at you with a light in their eyes you’ve never seen, they’ll look at you like you’re everything they’ve been looking for their entire lives. wait for it”

Okay, so that last quote is quite cheesy but you need to remember that it is the truth and that the negative thoughts encased in own your mind are not shared by others.

- Natalie

askeddie:

hey darlings :) i’m replying privately to a question that someone asked off anon right now, and after that our ask will be empty. i apologize for not being active over the past few weeks, but hopefully you all know that if anything is bothering you, this blog is still here to help! just vent here ♡ if it’s something that has been bothering you then come talk to askeddie about it! 

- kimmy


Beauty Tips from the laziest chick ever!!!! (A.K.A ME)
Hey guys, I have been putting together these tips for a while now and I use them whenever I wear makeup!
Tip number 1:when applying foundation/concealer, if you only want a light natural coverage, I suggest wetting your brush with some Witch Hazel before blending in your makeup. 
Tip number 2: 
If you want a no-makeup-good-skin look I suggest applying a light concealer on your blemishes and then adding a tiny drop of foundation mixed with a big dollop of moisturizer, then blend your concealer in with your foundation brush that has the foundation/moisturizer combination on it already.
tip number 3:If your school has a no makeup policy, you can still do certain things to enhance your natural beauty. Purchase an eyelash curler to make your lashes appear extra long. If you want your lashes to look longer, brush some black liquid eyeliner over your lashes to make them look more black, but not caked with mascara.
Tip number 4:
This tip isn&#8217;t really a tip, but if you&#8217;re applying makeup you just don&#8217;t get quality from cheap brushes, I really recommend Real Techniques brushes, they are amazing!
Thanks for reading all the way through girlies,
I hope you picked up anything from this guys i absolutely LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH DEAR GOD U R AWESOME CUTE COOL.Rachael xx

Beauty Tips from the laziest chick ever!!!! (A.K.A ME)

Hey guys, I have been putting together these tips for a while now and I use them whenever I wear makeup!

Tip number 1:
when applying foundation/concealer, if you only want a light natural coverage, I suggest wetting your brush with some Witch Hazel before blending in your makeup.
 

Tip number 2: 

If you want a no-makeup-good-skin look I suggest applying a light concealer on your blemishes and then adding a tiny drop of foundation mixed with a big dollop of moisturizer, then blend your concealer in with your foundation brush that has the foundation/moisturizer combination on it already.

tip number 3:
If your school has a no makeup policy, you can still do certain things to enhance your natural beauty. Purchase an eyelash curler to make your lashes appear extra long. If you want your lashes to look longer, brush some black liquid eyeliner over your lashes to make them look more black, but not caked with mascara.

Tip number 4:

This tip isn’t really a tip, but if you’re applying makeup you just don’t get quality from cheap brushes, I really recommend Real Techniques brushes, they are amazing!

Thanks for reading all the way through girlies,

I hope you picked up anything from this guys i absolutely LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH DEAR GOD U R AWESOME CUTE COOL.
Rachael xx

// T H E 1&#160;9 7&#160;5 //
Last night, I was lucky enough to be able to have watched The 1975 perform live. Words could never describe how absolutely amazing the entire experience was. When Matty, Adam, George, and Ross came out on stage and immediately started off with The City, I couldn&#8217;t believe they were real. There they were, standing on stage, performing some of the best songs our generation has heard, while I stood there, screaming and singing along, still not being able to grasp the fact that these people were real. They were right there in front of me, their songs blasting into my ears and it all felt so unreal. I don&#8217;t think I was even happy then. It was something totally different. I felt like crying and smiling and I wanted the moment to last forever. You know how you feel (all jumpy and as if your stomach suddenly turned into a turbo washing machine you couldn&#8217;t control) when you first hear a certain song and right from the first beat, you just know that it&#8217;ll be one of &#8216;those&#8217; songs? Those songs that make your head spin and make you feel unstoppable. Those &#8216;headlights and streetlights passing by so fast because i&#8217;m in a car that they&#8217;re all a blur and it&#8217;s 10&#160;pm and the sky is pitch black and I can feel the wind on my back&#8217; songs that manage to give you goosebumps every time? That&#8217;s how it felt like, being there and listening to Matty Healy&#8217;s voice while George is banging away on his drums, and Ross and Adam are playing the hell out of their guitars. I felt like I did when I first heard one of my personal favorite&#8217;s of their&#8217;s, which was &#8216;Fallingforyou&#8217;. I cried the first time I heard that song. That was the first time I seriously started listening to The 1975 and that giant wave of emotion just pulled me under into the fandom. I was in love &#8212; and I&#8217;m not a person who actually believes in love but right then and there, I did. At their concert last night, that&#8217;s how it felt like. Last night, I fell in love all over again.
- Kyra (from my blogspot)

// T H E 1 9 7 5 //

Last night, I was lucky enough to be able to have watched The 1975 perform live. Words could never describe how absolutely amazing the entire experience was. When Matty, Adam, George, and Ross came out on stage and immediately started off with The City, I couldn’t believe they were real. There they were, standing on stage, performing some of the best songs our generation has heard, while I stood there, screaming and singing along, still not being able to grasp the fact that these people were real. They were right there in front of me, their songs blasting into my ears and it all felt so unreal. I don’t think I was even happy then. It was something totally different. I felt like crying and smiling and I wanted the moment to last forever. You know how you feel (all jumpy and as if your stomach suddenly turned into a turbo washing machine you couldn’t control) when you first hear a certain song and right from the first beat, you just know that it’ll be one of ‘those’ songs? Those songs that make your head spin and make you feel unstoppable. Those ‘headlights and streetlights passing by so fast because i’m in a car that they’re all a blur and it’s 10 pm and the sky is pitch black and I can feel the wind on my back’ songs that manage to give you goosebumps every time? That’s how it felt like, being there and listening to Matty Healy’s voice while George is banging away on his drums, and Ross and Adam are playing the hell out of their guitars. I felt like I did when I first heard one of my personal favorite’s of their’s, which was ‘Fallingforyou’. I cried the first time I heard that song. That was the first time I seriously started listening to The 1975 and that giant wave of emotion just pulled me under into the fandom. I was in love — and I’m not a person who actually believes in love but right then and there, I did. At their concert last night, that’s how it felt like. Last night, I fell in love all over again.

- Kyra (from my blogspot)

"My thoughts are stars I can&#8217;t fathom into constellations"
I know there are mixed opinions on John Green and his books have become very popular. Some people find them overrated. However, this particular quote is one that I find myself thinking about quite often, and if that isn&#8217;t what you call a characteristic of great writing then I don&#8217;t know what is.
Anyway, for school we had to chose a quote from TFIOS and explain why we liked it. My teacher liked my response so much that she shared it with another teacher who now wants to read the book and also forwarded it to the school principal! As you can imagine I&#8217;m pretty proud. Here it is:

 I struggled to decide on what quote I wanted to discuss. I&#8217;d love to analyse every line and pore over it for days on end, but unfortunately that is not the case. Although in the grand scheme of things I am an amateur in the world of literature, I believe that this piece of writing is so wonderful and something that everyone should have the opportunity to experience. Despite the fact that it is one of the more popular quotes from the book, I have decided upon the following;

 “My thoughts are stars I can&#8217;t fathom into constellations.”

 I really love this as it is not only relevant to Gus in his eulogy for Hazel, but it is relevant to many of us in our daily lives. Gus wants the eulogy to be perfect for the girl he loves, he knows exactly what he wants to say about her, but he just can&#8217;t find the right words to express it. Though what he doesn&#8217;t realise is, in his concern that what he is saying isn&#8217;t good enough, that it won&#8217;t be flawlessly tied together – he has actually written something that inimitably portrays how much he cares for her. 

 The use of this metaphor is so powerful, yet subtle. It explains Gus&#8217; distress in a beautiful way, and the more we reflect upon it, the more we can empathise and connect with Gus. Our thoughts are stars; some brighter than others, some very close to us, some very far away. And often it is difficult to connect the dots between these stars, sometimes we can&#8217;t see the markers between each one, we cannot fathom them into constellations. While this can be frustrating and discouraging, it is all part of life. There will always be stars that are left scattered in oblivion, but in the moments that we form those magnificent constellations, the suffering is worth it just to behold the view.

I hope you enjoy that as much as my teacher did and maybe even relate to how I view this book. Thanks, John Green, for all the tears shed - I still get emotional thinking about it.
Love, Gem x

"My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations"

I know there are mixed opinions on John Green and his books have become very popular. Some people find them overrated. However, this particular quote is one that I find myself thinking about quite often, and if that isn’t what you call a characteristic of great writing then I don’t know what is.

Anyway, for school we had to chose a quote from TFIOS and explain why we liked it. My teacher liked my response so much that she shared it with another teacher who now wants to read the book and also forwarded it to the school principal! As you can imagine I’m pretty proud. Here it is:

I struggled to decide on what quote I wanted to discuss. I’d love to analyse every line and pore over it for days on end, but unfortunately that is not the case. Although in the grand scheme of things I am an amateur in the world of literature, I believe that this piece of writing is so wonderful and something that everyone should have the opportunity to experience. Despite the fact that it is one of the more popular quotes from the book, I have decided upon the following;

“My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.”

I really love this as it is not only relevant to Gus in his eulogy for Hazel, but it is relevant to many of us in our daily lives. Gus wants the eulogy to be perfect for the girl he loves, he knows exactly what he wants to say about her, but he just can’t find the right words to express it. Though what he doesn’t realise is, in his concern that what he is saying isn’t good enough, that it won’t be flawlessly tied together – he has actually written something that inimitably portrays how much he cares for her.

The use of this metaphor is so powerful, yet subtle. It explains Gus’ distress in a beautiful way, and the more we reflect upon it, the more we can empathise and connect with Gus. Our thoughts are stars; some brighter than others, some very close to us, some very far away. And often it is difficult to connect the dots between these stars, sometimes we can’t see the markers between each one, we cannot fathom them into constellations. While this can be frustrating and discouraging, it is all part of life. There will always be stars that are left scattered in oblivion, but in the moments that we form those magnificent constellations, the suffering is worth it just to behold the view.

I hope you enjoy that as much as my teacher did and maybe even relate to how I view this book. Thanks, John Green, for all the tears shed - I still get emotional thinking about it.

Love, Gem x


"Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible Nature. Unaware that this Nature he’s destroying is this God he’s worshipping. "

This quote is one of the most beautiful quotes I have read. Nature is your God, your home, and everything around you. Don&#8217;t destroy your home.
Being one with Nature, God, and Yourself.
Stay still. Watch nature pass and go. If you see a leaf falling, you wouldn&#8217;t try and staple it back on the tree. Let things flow naturally. This is the problem with humans. 
This also applies in life.
Don&#8217;t try and change the flow of what is happening. If something is going to happen, let it happen. Sometimes, it is for the better. The ocean&#8217;s tide pulls back, and sits there for a while. This might seem like the end, but when you least expect it, a big, beautiful wave will come and sweep things away. And again, and again, and again. In order for something great to happen, it will need to pull back.

So just wait. Don&#8217;t change the course of nature, because if it&#8217;s meant to happen, it will. Maybe not now, but soon.
-Mel :)

"Man is the most insane species. He worships an invisible God and destroys a visible Nature. Unaware that this Nature he’s destroying is this God he’s worshipping. "

This quote is one of the most beautiful quotes I have read. Nature is your God, your home, and everything around you. Don’t destroy your home.

Being one with Nature, God, and Yourself.

Stay still. Watch nature pass and go. If you see a leaf falling, you wouldn’t try and staple it back on the tree. Let things flow naturally. This is the problem with humans. 

This also applies in life.

Don’t try and change the flow of what is happening. If something is going to happen, let it happen. Sometimes, it is for the better. The ocean’s tide pulls back, and sits there for a while. This might seem like the end, but when you least expect it, a big, beautiful wave will come and sweep things away. And again, and again, and again. In order for something great to happen, it will need to pull back.

So just wait. Don’t change the course of nature, because if it’s meant to happen, it will. Maybe not now, but soon.

-Mel :)

More Than This by Patrick Ness. A Book Review.
More than This really catches your eye when you walk past it, it is so vibrant and in your face whilst only having a black and white cover with sparse spottings of yellow. This book has been recommended by John Green also.
To start of this review I have to say this book is life changing, it really is, the book is all about a boy who dies, he drowns, he is dead.

But then he wakes up, alone. Is he in hell? or is he in a permanent state of loneliness that follows death? It takes him too short of a time to figure out the real answer.
This book is beautifully written and really drags you into it within the first few pages. The way the book jumps from present to past tense really keeps you in a constant state of awe, how we was, how he is, how he was. And it ends in how he is. I would tell you the ending but I don&#8217;t want to ruin this book for anyone, it truly is your experience from the first word,
This book explores the way we live online and the way we always feel stuck but never really are, it visits the idea of life after death, or death after life, It also visits the theme of blaming yourself. 
Really is a must read, well in my opinion so you know I&#8217;m right!
photo credit: Me from insta
Here&#8217;s a little playlist because you&#8217;re cute.
Love Rachael.

More Than This by Patrick Ness. A Book Review.

More than This really catches your eye when you walk past it, it is so vibrant and in your face whilst only having a black and white cover with sparse spottings of yellow. This book has been recommended by John Green also.

To start of this review I have to say this book is life changing, it really is, the book is all about a boy who dies, he drowns, he is dead.

But then he wakes up, alone. Is he in hell? or is he in a permanent state of loneliness that follows death? It takes him too short of a time to figure out the real answer.

This book is beautifully written and really drags you into it within the first few pages. The way the book jumps from present to past tense really keeps you in a constant state of awe, how we was, how he is, how he was. And it ends in how he is. I would tell you the ending but I don’t want to ruin this book for anyone, it truly is your experience from the first word,

This book explores the way we live online and the way we always feel stuck but never really are, it visits the idea of life after death, or death after life, It also visits the theme of blaming yourself. 

Really is a must read, well in my opinion so you know I’m right!

photo credit: Me from insta

Here’s a little playlist because you’re cute.

Love Rachael.

Poetry submission by xcused

Poetry submission by xcused

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Escape. When we hear that word, we often associate it with running or getting away from something. Whether it&#8217;s escaping from a math test by faking sick or getting away from the small town you live in. But things like these are pretty easy to escape if you set your mind to it, but what happens when what you need to escape from is yourself?
 I used to be a relatively happy person. Really happy, actually. I was the kind of person who didn&#8217;t understand why anyone could ever be sad because life was so beautiful and there were so many great things. Those were the days. But then something in me changed and I&#8230; I was never the same anymore. Going into all the lenghty details might bore you so I&#8217;ll just say I spent most of my time trying to remember how happy felt like.Last year, I started accepting the fact that I may, in fact, be depressed. At first I didn&#8217;t want to admit it, not event to myself because depression is something very serious and I just refused to believe it. I thought &#8216;Maybe this is just something everyone goes through once in their lives.&#8217; For a few months, I tried to force myself to believe that lie but I noticed how frequently I cried for no reason and how empty I always felt that it didn&#8217;t even hurt anymore. I couldn&#8217;t feel anything and in my opinion, that was so much worse. 
There were so many scattered and unfathomable thoughts in my mind, there were voices screaming things I didn&#8217;t understand and it was all so loud. It rang in my ears and it was as if the noises wove themselves into tight ropes and wrapped themselves around my chest and my throat, choking me and making it hard to breathe. I felt weak and as if I wasn&#8217;t me anymore, like I was just floating through the hallways at school, like everything I was saying was from a voice recording, and like I was watching myself from the outside. I felt detached and empty and I needed to escape all the pressure, all the sadness and all the indescribable pain in my chest. Often times, I&#8217;d think I was finally alright. I didn&#8217;t want to be depressed&#8230; no one did.
To this day, I still have breakdown and panic and cry and everything mentioned above and I still have that never-fleeting feeling of emptiness. Sometimes I still hear the voices yelling. I try to push them out but I feel like I&#8217;m holding up the sky and I&#8217;m often tempted to let the sky fall.I&#8217;m looking for ways to help me cope and I can&#8217;t say I&#8217;m better. But slowly, I&#8217;m feeling more at peace with myself. I&#8217;m starting to escape the sadness. Maybe it&#8217;s temporary, maybe it&#8217;s permanent, but I&#8217;m not as mad at the world for having made me go through all that pain as before. I was able to learn how to cherish each moment, how to see the beauty in all the simple things in life, and how pointless it is to worry about such small things that probably won&#8217;t even matter in awhile. I found my own ways to escape the hardships and I didn&#8217;t even need to harm myself in any way or change the way I was.Escapade; an escape from confinement or restraint.I made the most out of the seemingly unimportant moments of my life and I started calling them my escapades. One of my favorite ones was quite recent; my friend and I didn&#8217;t want to go to class early so we stayed in the bathroom for a little over half an hour. We didn&#8217;t do much of anything, really. But I felt as if it was important, something that would turn into a story. Like maybe I&#8217;d tell my future kids how we lived off of tic-tacs and finished our chemistry homework as we listened to the loud freshmen&#8217;s mindless chatter while they changed into their gym clothes, wishing we could cast a spell on them to keep them quiet. That moment didn&#8217;t change my life but the fact that in my mind, it was something special was all it took. Another one of my favorite escapades is whenever it&#8217;s cold or windy outside and I&#8217;m sitting on the grass, with traces of wind tangled in my hair, the sun shining bright on my back, as I read Song Of Myself by Walt Whitman or some other book with a whole different world written on its pages.Escaping isn&#8217;t always about going to foreign lands or going to the spa. It&#8217;s not always about leaving everything behind in hope of finding something much better and more worthwhile. Sometimes it can be as simple as putting aside all the problems and the entire world for even just a minute or two, and looking for yourself. Look for yourself in the pages of your favourite book or between the lines of a poem. Look for yourself in the clouds suspended above you, in the different shades of pink and orange that taint the sky every day at sunset, in the way the hairs on your back stand sometimes.Look for yourself, because only you know how.
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- Kyra (this was originally an article i wrote for Rookie but they never published it so I thought it would be nice to share it with our Eddie readers!)

Escape. When we hear that word, we often associate it with running or getting away from something. Whether it’s escaping from a math test by faking sick or getting away from the small town you live in. But things like these are pretty easy to escape if you set your mind to it, but what happens when what you need to escape from is yourself?

I used to be a relatively happy person. Really happy, actually. I was the kind of person who didn’t understand why anyone could ever be sad because life was so beautiful and there were so many great things. Those were the days. But then something in me changed and I… I was never the same anymore. Going into all the lenghty details might bore you so I’ll just say I spent most of my time trying to remember how happy felt like.

Last year, I started accepting the fact that I may, in fact, be depressed. At first I didn’t want to admit it, not event to myself because depression is something very serious and I just refused to believe it. I thought ‘Maybe this is just something everyone goes through once in their lives.’ For a few months, I tried to force myself to believe that lie but I noticed how frequently I cried for no reason and how empty I always felt that it didn’t even hurt anymore. I couldn’t feel anything and in my opinion, that was so much worse. 

There were so many scattered and unfathomable thoughts in my mind, there were voices screaming things I didn’t understand and it was all so loud. It rang in my ears and it was as if the noises wove themselves into tight ropes and wrapped themselves around my chest and my throat, choking me and making it hard to breathe. I felt weak and as if I wasn’t me anymore, like I was just floating through the hallways at school, like everything I was saying was from a voice recording, and like I was watching myself from the outside. I felt detached and empty and I needed to escape all the pressure, all the sadness and all the indescribable pain in my chest. Often times, I’d think I was finally alright. I didn’t want to be depressed… no one did.

To this day, I still have breakdown and panic and cry and everything mentioned above and I still have that never-fleeting feeling of emptiness. Sometimes I still hear the voices yelling. I try to push them out but I feel like I’m holding up the sky and I’m often tempted to let the sky fall.

I’m looking for ways to help me cope and I can’t say I’m better. But slowly, I’m feeling more at peace with myself. I’m starting to escape the sadness. Maybe it’s temporary, maybe it’s permanent, but I’m not as mad at the world for having made me go through all that pain as before. I was able to learn how to cherish each moment, how to see the beauty in all the simple things in life, and how pointless it is to worry about such small things that probably won’t even matter in awhile. I found my own ways to escape the hardships and I didn’t even need to harm myself in any way or change the way I was.

Escapade; an escape from confinement or restraint.
I made the most out of the seemingly unimportant moments of my life and I started calling them my escapades. One of my favorite ones was quite recent; my friend and I didn’t want to go to class early so we stayed in the bathroom for a little over half an hour. We didn’t do much of anything, really. But I felt as if it was important, something that would turn into a story. Like maybe I’d tell my future kids how we lived off of tic-tacs and finished our chemistry homework as we listened to the loud freshmen’s mindless chatter while they changed into their gym clothes, wishing we could cast a spell on them to keep them quiet. That moment didn’t change my life but the fact that in my mind, it was something special was all it took. Another one of my favorite escapades is whenever it’s cold or windy outside and I’m sitting on the grass, with traces of wind tangled in my hair, the sun shining bright on my back, as I read Song Of Myself by Walt Whitman or some other book with a whole different world written on its pages.

Escaping isn’t always about going to foreign lands or going to the spa. It’s not always about leaving everything behind in hope of finding something much better and more worthwhile. Sometimes it can be as simple as putting aside all the problems and the entire world for even just a minute or two, and looking for yourself. Look for yourself in the pages of your favourite book or between the lines of a poem. Look for yourself in the clouds suspended above you, in the different shades of pink and orange that taint the sky every day at sunset, in the way the hairs on your back stand sometimes.

Look for yourself, because only you know how.

- Kyra (this was originally an article i wrote for Rookie but they never published it so I thought it would be nice to share it with our Eddie readers!)