




Welcome to my blog, where I love to write about anything that comes to my mind, with no taboo. I’m 24, I’ve got freckles (you get it now) and I’m a grumpy French, sometimes, who writes in English. I love books, cats, le barbu, pizzas and Dicaprio. Besides that, there is not much that you need to know about me. Except that his blog has seen is first day back in 2017, and I'm proud that I manage to keep it that long.





Eva Marie
septembre 14, 2020










Eva Marie
août 31, 2020


We also went on holidays a few weeks back. Hopefully, I'll write about that very soon and might even come up with a video - will see about that! It was very much needed, relaxing with lots of discoveries, biking and beaches.
As for the reading part, I'm currently reading the new Twilight book - Midnight Sun. I always loved the movies, and I actually don't remember much about the books. It's been a while so I'm planning on reading them all after I finish this one. And for the moment, it's quite good even if I found so many things that aren't right! Tell me what are your thoughts about it if you've read it already or planning to.
Oh, and finally, I turned 24! Time flies - look at me speaking like an old woman!
See you very soon...
Eva Marie
août 17, 2020

A chaotic and stressful move, the heatwave and an almost broken rented van. The Sacré Cœur, Eiffel Tower and Panthéon. Walking along the Canal St Martin or La Villette. Finding new friends and seeing older ones. Léo, early mornings and lots of tea. Grumpy faces in the metro, late trains and strikes. Lots of walking along the Seine, sight seeing and touristic visits. The stairs of Montmartre, late summer pictures and love. Lots of love.



Today, I took the tube and I got out
of the metro at Opéra. I went out, and the Opéra Garnier was just sitting
there, right in front of me. I’ve seen it plenty of times now, but I was still
amazed. Me, I was standing in the middle of Paris. I city I now call “home”. I
still smile and have those big bright eyes whenever I see something as majestic
as this. The Eiffel Tower, Notre Dame, the Sacré Cœur. It’s magic. Today has
been one year since I live in Paris, since I’m part of those grumpy French. It’s
been a year since I live in this beautiful city and can now call it home. It
feels right, I am exactly where I need to be, with whom I want to be.
But bloody hell, I miss fresh air!
Eva Marie
juin 29, 2020

For those of you who share a lot of your life and personality online, whether it's with a blog or on social medias, have you ever thought that it was easier to just write things online than talking to an actual friend? That saying something personal to strangers could feel easier than having a conversation with someone you trust and love? How crazy, right? But somehow, sometimes, it does feel easier.
A good friend pointed this out to me one day, and it made me think about it quite a lot. Writing things, whether it’s in a journal or on my blog feels natural to me. Talking to someone about what’s really going on inside my head, not so much. And yet, I know I can count on my friend and I like when they are open and honest with me, that they can trust me. So why is it so hard for me to do the same?
I remember the time when someone said that I was reserved with my feelings and even with myself. I was hurt because I did not understand the whole meaning of this, but now I do. And it's still true. I think it’s just that I don’t like to annoy people with what’s inside my head, at least not when it’s negative. I'm more of a listener myself and being the person who nods feels natural, not the other way around. Therefore, it can be quite hard to open myself up to strangers or new friends. It takes a lot of time, and I usually don't open as much as I should. Yet, I still don't really get how my mind works and why it's easier for me to share on my blog than reaching out. Of course, I know I can count on people and that I won't be boring to them and that they would listen and support me in their own way. Yet, I keep myself inside this shell. As if I want to take care of everything by myself.
Well, not anymore. Being in a relationship, you have to force yourself to have these conversations. You can't just go and cry alone whenever something's wrong. It takes time, but eventually I open up quite easily with my boyfriend. He is my biggest support and I live with him. Obviously, I'm comfortable enough to be totally open. And anyway, he just knows when something is off with me. So I'm getting used to that, and now I try to do the same with my friend. And it's bloody hard people. Yet, when you see the value when you talk to a friend, the love and support you receive, it becomes easier to keep doing it. It’s something to get used to I guess. However, it takes time and writing your feelings on the internet can still feels easier. And I think it’s okay.
The thing is, people have to try to find a way to share their feelings, to express them in any way that make them comfortable. For me, it has always been through writing and expressing myself with words. Writing is some sort of security, honesty and a way to let go. The most important thing is knowing you have people who's got your back, no matter how easy or hard it is to talk to them, they're here as much as you are here for them. Nobody is alone, but you've got to give yourself some time to adjust to whatever you're comfortable with.
Eva Marie
juin 27, 2020

More chilled out content is actually
good sometimes, especially during this really strange period. Today, France is
going to start ending the quarantine. I don’t really know how to feel about
this. I really want to go out and enjoy Paris while it’s sunny and beautiful,
and yet I’m bloody scared to go out and breathe. How crazy is that? But I know
we all feel the same in a way, all scared of something we do not know. And yet,
it’s been weeks since we had to get used to this new life. The whole world had
to get used to that. It’s even crazier and yet, a bit comforting.
How are you all doing? I hope I found you safe and well. At the moment, I’m drowned between all the exams (at home) I have to do, my internship and all of my applications for a master degree. It’s crazy how I get stress by that every year, even if I’m prepared for it. I just hate it, it scares me and stresses me out like anything else. And when I’m too stressed, I play Sims 4, so that’s that. But I actually found out that I’ve got a positive response for one of my application and I’m so happy about it because it was in my first choices.
Anyway, what will you do when you’ll
first get out of the house? Mine will probably go to the nearest park and just
walk around nature (if it opens one day…). I miss walking in the city so much
(my body misses it as well!), and I can’t wait to do it again. Oh, and go and
see my parents in the countryside. It’s probably the first time I missed the
country side (Don’t get me wrong, I love nature, but where I grew up is a
really boring city where you can’t do anything). Basically, I just want to get
out of the house and see something else than my balcony and white walls. But I’m
curious to know what you miss the most during quarantine? How is it where you
live? Can you go out again or not yet?
Eva Marie
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Eva Marie
janvier 13, 2020
Don't feel stupid if you don't like what everyone else pretend to love.
I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.
I used to think that freedom was being not attached to anything. I've been working on redefining that, that freedom is not about being not attached to people. You can still be free when people love you.