The lovely Lina nominated me for the Liebster Award and I, stupidly, didn't see it until recently! So here is my huge thank you to her and, if you haven't already, please do go check out her blog! Now to the answering the questions part! All other details and nominees will be below.

She's already huge, but I love Viviannadoesmakeup. I'm highly convinced that we would make great friends. I also absolutely adore Kayley Melissa. She was the first beauty vlogger I subscribed to way back when, I've learned every possible hair trick with her and, to this day, she is still one of my favorites.

The overall harm it does to our skin. The best of both worlds would be makeup that also serves as moisturizers, anti-acne, anti-aging, etc. 

Oh no, this is impossible. I'd say it's a tie between L'Oreal Paris True Match Concealer in Vanille, Bourjois' Rouge Edition Velvet in Nude-ist and a Brazilian brand called Natura's mascara called Aquarela (I think) in Black.

Whenever I absolutely love something and feel the need to share it or think of something I wish someone had written about or whenever I'm angry or sad, those are the main motivational forces behind every post. Mostly I like creating a place I haven't yet found online, which combines all of my main interests, from the most frivolous to urgently important.

Currently, it would be incredibly interesting to have a sit down and honest chat with Brazilian president Dilma Rousseff. I cannot imagine being in her shoes right now. (Watch this and have a read here if you have no clue what I'm talking about.) On a less serious note, I would die if I ever met Selena Gomez. Or anyone Harry Potter related (Rowling herself or the cast).

•  What's a thing you must do each morning when you wake up?

•  What's your favorite song at the moment?

•  If you could have one thing in the world, anything you want, what would it be?

•  What's one thing you want to achieve before this year ends?

Wednesday. 6 p.m. The ferry was crowded. Tired, sleeping, grumpy faces. No empty seats. Three people read a newspaper. Most others stared at their phones. An old lady stood holding on to her bags next to a young girl seated comfortably while reading One Day, probably for the fifth time. She loves Dexter. Four rows down, a couple of friends chat on and on, while a girl next to them periodically rolls her eyes. In the corridor, five boys debate the probable result of the next soccer game. Noise. Sleep. Rain. Grey. Her eyes capture all. Her body feels the despairing feeling hanging over the crowd. Her ears, begging for a break. Until, for a second, her scattering eyes fall on him. Seated on the second seat of the eight row. Eyes on his book. Earplugs on. Her breathing was gone. The announcement came on. The ferry is approaching the dock, please stay seated while the ferry stops and beware of the gap when exiting. In a matter of minutes, most people stood up. She stayed. Frozen up where she stood. Hardly managing to believe her eyes. Thousand of thoughts at the same time. Not one of them a good enough something to say to him. People pushed and pulled, approaching the doors. All sight of him lost. Desperation. Was this a good thing? Maybe so. Maybe they were never meant to meet again. Maybe the unresolved-ending was their meant to be ending. There he was. Standing up. Grabbing his backpack. More people raising from their seats. Push. Pull. Disappeared. Again. Dragging her feet motivated by the empty feeling of loss she moved towards the door. His head way up front, amongst the crowd, already on land. Unknowing. Unreachable. Gone.