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Wednesday Mornings


Wednesday mornings are missing your alarm and waking up in the living room, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. They’re soft blankets and mattresses, getting up with the strands of your hair escaping your braids. Going to the kitchen, you sleepily grab frozen bananas out of the freezer and toss them messily into the blender, then brace yourself for the whir of the blade. You glug down three white ceramic mugs of water, stomach growling. When the blender finally stops, you notice the sound of the rain hitting the streets right outside your kitchen door. With all the noise, you didn’t realize it was pouring. No wonder the skies are as dark as night at seven a.m. The streetlights shine down on the pavement, twinkling yellow against the navy sky. They illuminate the morning dew on the lush green leaves, the red bricks of the houses surrounding you.

Wednesday mornings are eating banana ice cream and frozen apple chunks in the back seat of your car, flipping through the pages of your Psychology book because you have a test in twenty minutes that you crammed for at the last minute. There’s traffic on a one way road and you’re late, you were supposed to be in the exam hall five minutes ago. Wednesday morning, and you’re repeating a prayer inside your head over and over again even though you aren’t religious, praying you can make it on time.

Wednesday mornings are slow, a middle-of-the-week ease. They’re steaming decaf Americanos because you’re trying not to get addicted to caffeine, two hour lunches with beautiful girls, superfood salads, ciabatta bread. They are moon pendants on a black string, rose quartz crystals in your bag. You keep in there all day, feeling it radiate love, compassion, happiness.

Nothing I write makes sense, this was literally just a description of my morning today, I don’t know why I decided to generalize it to all wednesday mornings. Literally no one else’s morning goes like this, hahahahaha




I feel like since veganism has started to become a “trend”, it’s been looked down on more than ever before. Vegans left right and center trying to tell you what to eat, how to eat, how much to eat- I wouldn’t blame you if that made you NOT want to be one even more. I even know “””vegans””” in real life who promote veganism on their social media for the image of that pure, genuine and wholesome person they want everyone to view them as but sneak chicken burgers behind the screen.

Okay, I could sit here and tell you the list of facts on why veganism is great for your health, the animals and the planet, but I think you’ve heard that all before. If you want to know about that, watch 101 reasons to go Vegan– it’s long, but it will change your life. That’s one of the videos that made me change my mind.

Veganism somehow allows me to feel  a strong, rich connection with the earth, the planet. I don’t know how or why, but one day I realized that I often find myself chasing the sun everywhere it goes, desperate to feel its rays on my skin, feeling a sense of peace wash over me in nature. Hiking, nature, the outdoors in general used to be so foreign to me, but since going vegan I’ve taken any chance that comes my way to be out, surrounded with the scent and feeling of the lush trees and wet soil and hot sun. I went vegan for the animals, so trust me, I know how hard it is for people who “hate” vegetables and fruits. Before I went vegan, the only fruit and vegetable I ate was a grape. Literally, a single grape. As time passed, I began to get used to the taste of plants and felt everything I put into my body nourish me. It’s probably a placebo effect but as soon as I eat a plate of colourful, beautiful fruit I automatically feel myself smoothen out, get brighter. I could never explain the feeling of knowing that everything you’re consuming does wonders for everything that surrounds you.

I’ve heard people say they want to go vegan but because of where they live or their family, they can’t. I live in one of the most meat-eating countries in the world, and it can be hard. I’m not going to sugarcoat it. But the difficulty of eating vegan is such a tiny fraction of the whole picture of veganism, and I promise you, It is worth it.  If you really want to feel connected, lighter, nourished, energized- do it. The only thing stopping you is yourself.

“What about my parents?” Oh God, if I had to sit down and explain the number of fights and arguments I got with my parents over this. They thought I had an eating disorder, they thought I was going to die of undernourishment, they thought I was literally going to cripple into nothing but dust. The amount of tears of frustration this brought for me was insane, but know that they will get over it once you show them that this is more than just a phase you’re going through, that this is something you’re passionate about. My heart has never felt more full with love and compassion. It has impacted me in the most beautiful, magical way and I can’t thank this lifestyle enough for everything it has brought me.

I’m going to stop here because I think no one is bothered to read paragraphs and paragraphs of me talking about this, but I hope a lot of you have read it and considered at least eating one plant based meal a week. See how you feel ♥

The World is Magic | Repost

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It’s in the postcards covering the walls of my room, with their blu-tacked corners and their torn edges and their faded pictures. It’s in the scrawled writing on the back and in all the swirled i’s and y’s. I’ve always wondered the journey of my postcards, how they got to me. They’ve seen more of the world than I have, even through dirty white envelopes with my name scrawled on the front that eventually found their way to the trash. It’s magic in the form of ink stains and smudged black pen and the masking tape attempting to hold it to the wall. Lots of love, you wonderful person.

Magic is in the polaroids stashed at the bottom of my memory box, the photos I only got one chance to take. It’s in the outstretched hands and the city lights behind me, captured perfectly in the 3 by 4 inch shiny piece of paper. I’ve written the date of when the picture was taken at the small white space at the bottom, but that is unnecessary. I’ll always remember the day I took them.

Magic is in the arena of a concert, sprinting to the front row and knowing all the words to every single song. It’s in the drums, the guitar, the bass, the microphones. It’s in dancing non-stop until my legs hurt and singing out of tune until my throat is raw and I’ve lost my voice completely. The moments before they appear on stage, magic flows through my blood, pumps through my heart, runs through my veins. Magic’s in my fingers and my palms as they hold my best friend’s. It’s even in the annoying people that push past me, desperate to get closer, the “we love you”signs that block my view. Magic is everyone’s heartbeats, the feeling of being alive. Magic is losing yourself in it all, not overthinking, not stressing, just living in the present moment.

Magic is in the smooth purple stone I won at a lucky draw when I was five in a secret fairy store with low ceilings and purple walls. The room smelt like jasmine and roses and lavender all at once, and I remember breathing it in as I reached inside the newspaper covered box. Magic was unwrapping the crinkly paper and seeing the indigo glimmering beneath it, it was in clasping the stone to my chest and placing it on the top shelf of my bedroom. I’ve lost the stone now but I’m sure the magic’s still in it, holding onto innocence and excitement and that cold winter day.

Magic’s in old photo albums and last-minute english essays and Enid Blyton books.  It’s in the water at the bottom of the pool that swirls around you, the rush you hear in your ears as you touch the swimming pool floor. It’s in your baby cousin’s tiny fingers as they grab onto yours. It’s in your favourite adventures and your worst memories. Magic is in everything, if you just allow yourself to see it.

What’s magic to you? Leave a comment, I’d love love love to read them❤ sorry for this being an extremely messy, not focused post. Its 2:38 in the morning, and I’m sleepy

The Bloggers Story Award

So I was nominated by one of my favourite new bloggers, themessylifestyleaus (I love her blog so so much. Everyone check it out to feel inspired and happy) to do this tag, so naturally I’m so excited to do it!!

The rules are:

  • Thank the person who nominated you.
  • Showcase the award photo.
  • Answer the questions.
  • Nominate 3+ bloggers.


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1) What is your blog name and why did you choose that name?

My blog name is “anunwoundmind”. I was sitting there with so much want and need to write anything and everything I could think of that popped up in my mind. I tried to picture it as if my mind was literally spilling my thoughts and thought of an unwound cord of an old telephone. So after a few minutes wondering whether it was lame and sounded like a twelve year old named it, I decided not to care.

2) How long have you been blogging for?

Since November 2015. I went really hardcore, putting a post up every single day. Then, I lost interest and didn’t post for months and months. Recently, I’ve gotten back into the swing of things, posting when I have new ideas. So in reality, 9 months, but I only really count 1 or 2.

3) How many followers do you have?

Currently I have 27. Practically famous.

4) Who was your first follower?

I actually don’t remember! I wish I could though.

5) What got you into blogging?

Basically I had six months off of school and was practically rotting in my grave. I was at home every single day and felt so useless and uninspired. One day I randomly wrote a short narrative called “exhaustion”  but had nothing to do with it. It was just sitting on my microsoft word- so I started this blog, posted it and continued to write other short description type posts.

6) Whats your favourite part about blogging?

My favourite part about blogging, although I’m not an expert, is just being able to have an outlet to post whatever thoughts are in my mind. I also love that I get great feedback from different and wonderful people.

7) If you could change anything about WordPress, what would it be?

I wish it was easier to find things you were interested in. Like a more updated recommended page or an explore page like Instagram would be great!

8) Why do you continue to blog?

I need somewhere to be creative.

I nominate:


Just a blank space

Sorry, I’ve just got for two for now. I also nominate anyone who wants to do it, it’s great getting to know all of you.


Sunrises and Sunsets

Wrote this in my journal in 5 minutes cuddled up on my sofa around two nights ago.

12:19 am

Sunrises are yellow, pinks and oranges. Sunrises are lying on the couch with a blanket, looking out at the window at the world waking up, rubbing its eyes. Sunrises are stunned, still silences and sluggish movements and everything in slow motion. They’re all nighters and tired eyes, flipping to the last page of a book you started at 8pm. Or maybe its the first page of a book- new and shiny, unwrinkled, untouched. Sunrises are deep breaths and unshaken dreams- the smooth side of a crystal.

Sunsets are purples, blues and reds. They’re the ocean crashing into the shore, wishes on eyelashes. They are burnt candles, dancing as you place the lid on top of them, the last waft of smoke that drifts up above you. They’re late night plans and phone calls. Sunsets are the flicker of street lamps turning on, cars rolling into their houses, tails of dogs wagging. They are bright lights in the city, flashing goodnight.

Yeah, doesn’t really make much sense but that’s the outcome of 12 am writing!


Journal Entry: Things I’ve learned about myself.

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Recently I started a journal and I read a journal prompt online that said: What have you learned about yourself today? The past month? Year? I decided to do it, and just write without really thinking. So, this entry has no direction and it’s just a mess of thoughts and random things that came into my head. I’ve put in some pictures of my journal here so you can get an idea of what it was like.

18/08/16. 10pm

Journal Prompt: What have you learned about yourself today? The past month? Year?

I’ve learned that I am empathetic. Towards people, animals, all living beings. I am kind. I care about people’s feelings. I’ve learned that I love to compliment people, but that my compliments are very shallow and I need to dig deeper. I’ve learned that I am gullible and trust things too easily. I open up to people I barely know and have hardly any secrets. I’ve learned that I embody Patricia (my best friend) more than I’ve realized. I talk a lot or not at all. I get frustrated easily and argue when it isn’t necessary. I stress too much about tiny things. I’ve learned that I believe in energy in the universe and the law of attraction. I’ve realized that when something bad happens to me my brain automatically goes: “this is happening for a REASON”. I like that about myself. I’ve learned that I love being alone. I prefer being alone rather than with people I don’t click with. I’m shallow but deep at the same time. Trivial things matter to me too much. I enjoy exercise when it’s fun. I love taking body combat and body pump and sweating my heart out. I love to write. I am not good at conversation with people I hardly know. I complain too much and would love to change that about myself.

I love big T shirts tied in knots. I cringe at myself a lot. I don’t know what my idea of a good time is but it doesn’t match everyone else’s. I love reading Psychological thrillers. I am content being at home. I am sensitive to other people’s words and opinions on me. I take things personally. I like to prove people wrong. I am hardworking and I like to achieve. I love the sun and open the windows as much as at every opportunity I get. I like not having a phone sometimes. I want to grow. I live in cognitive dissonance a lot. I act more superficial than I feel. I’ve learned nothing makes me happier than being at a good concert. I hate gossiping about people. I hate talking ABOUT people in general. I don’t have many friends but that’s ok. I have yet to find my true passion. I am addicted to sweet potatoes. I hate waiting for people. I like hanging out with different people. I find it hard to be blunt. I hate spending money but I spend it all on genmaicha tea

And that’s where I stopped. I honestly could have gone on for PAGES and PAGES but I didn’t want to waste space in my journal. I hope you didn’t cringe at this journal entry as much as I did. I honestly don’t know why the hell I get so deep and dramatic when I start writing, if you saw me in person, this is not what you would expect from me. Anyway!! This was great and I enjoyed writing it so much. Tell me if you enjoy reading these posts or if they’re a little weird and personal and too much. I’d appreciate your honesty. Nevertheless, all of you should try this journal prompt (write it down though, as things come easier when you’re writing rather than when you’re typing). You’ll realize you’ve learned a lot more about yourself than you know:)




I want to travel.

Not just for the new places but for the act of it all, because nothing is more exciting than stepping on a plane and knowing in a few hours I’ll be somewhere new. Because watching the sunset from above is probably where I’ll get the best view, and someone far below is looking up and watching it too, looking at the silouhette of a plane fly by.

Because sitting shotgun in the front seat of a car with the windows open blasting my favorite songs and singing along at the top of my lungs will never get old, and I’ll do this until the sky turns hazy and the streetlamps flicker on. And the songs I’m singing? Well, I’ll listen to them in twenty years and think of the wind in my hair and my shirt fluttering in the evening breeze.

I want to travel for the smell of new air because no two places smell exactly the same.

I want to travel to learn a new language and say common words and phrases over and over again until I say it to a local who lives there who smiles and understands and thinks of what a tourist I am.

I want to go to new restaurants and watch people order “the usual, please” but its not the usual for me because it’s my first time there. I’ll order their usual anyway, because it must be good if they’re having it every day.

I want to visit the landmarks and take the same cheesy pictures everyone else is taking. I want to go to museums and look at the art and pretend to read the plaques on the way, just so I seem at least a little educational. I want to get lost and get annoyed with everyone around me, because that’s what I’ll remember when I’m old and someone says “remember when we had no idea where we were going?“

I want to travel for it all, for the road trips and the plane rides and the sights and smells and sounds. For every new experience, and every memory, good or bad, made along the way.

You are



You are not your grades,

the bank notes you have stuffed in your wallet

You are not the length of your hair,

the size of your waist,

your height,

the colour of your skin,

even your reflection in the mirror

You are

the powdered sugar in the cake you last baked,

that dissolved on the tip of your tongue,

the seashell you found at the beach when you were a kid,

the one you pressed to your ear for days,

you are the sound of the ocean you heard within it,

the crashing of the waves against the shore,

you are the flutter of the wind in the trees,

in your hair,

on your cheeks,

you are the glitter that fell from the sky on New Years Eve,

you are iridescent

you are

the golden star you stuck on the top of your page in kindergarten,

your tongue sticking out in concentration as you got it



perfectly straight, you are

the doodles of black ink you drew on your wrist when you were fourteen,

of stars, planets, the sun and moon,

on each and every finger until no skin was left, just orbits

you are the sun and moon,

the rays that hit your skin on the last days of summer,

the glow that you gaze up at in the hours of midnight,

wondering how you got here,

how anything is real,

you are

the song that you dance to in your room when nobody’s watching,

the smile in your voice at your last concert,

the glimmer of glow sticks in the crowd,

or the saxophone in the background of your favourite disney song,

what you listen to when you’re happy, sad

or anything in between.

you are the fort you crawl under when you’re cold,

blanketed by white, protected,


you are waking up on a sunday morning,

the light that simmers through the curtains,

or the dust that floats in it,

you are the twinkles twirled around the Christmas tree,

the monkey bars you sat on top of with your best friend,

or the grip of her hand n yours,

the rope swing that stretched out over the sea,

the wind in the air when you swung,

Or maybe you’re

the disappointment in your mum’s voice when you come home too late, or

the lurch in your stomach when you’re speaking in public,

the stutter in your voice,

the weights on your eyelids

when you’ve gotten no sleep,

the feeling you get when you haven’t left the house in five days,

sluggish, slow, stagnant,

maybe you’re

everything at once,

everything you know,

everything you believe

everything you dream,

and all the magic that’s in it.






inn.PNGHave you ever met someone who is your definition of physically attractive? Tall, brown hair, tan, slender. Petite, Blonde, blue eyes. Not too tall, not too short, dark hair, dark skin. Smooth porcelain doll faces, curvy hourglass figures, button noses. Whatever you  think “attractive”is. I bet all of us have- and have instantly thought- “wow, I want to look like her”, “I wish I was her”, “why can’t I look like that”? Then have you ever spoken to the person and realized that her words, her morals, her dignity didn’t match her beauty at all?

The most physically beautiful person in the world can have a heart made of steel- or have no heart at all. Her hair may be the only thing about her that is shining and her face may be sweet, but that can hardly make up for the sourness that is her soul and the bitterness that is her mind.

It works the other way round too. Perhaps, some people aren’t the definition of “physically attractive” to you. Maybe they have spots where they aren’t supposed to, maybe their ears stick out or their eyes are always tired or their pants are too tight too loose too long too short. Maybe they don’t style their hair the way you prefer. But the moment they enter the room, everyone lights up one by one like the bulbs on a string of christmas lights. The way they speak, the way they carry themselves, can make even the harshest of people listen. You’ve seen them secretly drop 5 dollars in a homeless man’s plastic cup even when you know they refuse to spend 2 dollars on a drink for themselves. They pick up other people’s trash. They carry kindness, love, compassion, intelligence, confidence all in their tiny hands, so much so that you think it’s going to overflow and pour right onto the ground. Somehow, it never spills.  They wear their hearts on their sleeves and allow other people to touch it. They are always inspiring, always teaching, always learning, always growing. They are the truest versions of themselves, show no desperation to be anyone else, to follow anyone else. They are beautifully gregarious, sweet and loving- but if you were to ever tell them that they would get flustered and their cheeks would flush redder than a cherry and they would brush it off their shoulder as if there was a fruit fly with a “no, that’s not true”.

Now this person may not be the most physically beautiful person in the world. But no one views them otherwise, because they are shining stars, no, shooting stars- more special than just any old cluster of dust and ice. They are unique not because of the way they look but the way they are.

Physical beauty is NOT what is important. It is what comes from within. It is the person inside you that wants to do good, wants to help. The person that makes you strive harder, the person that has sympathy and empathy and knows when to speak and knows when it’s too much. It’s when you look at other girls you look up to and think “that’s great, that inspires me” instead of letting the jealousy get the best of you. It’s the part of you that glitters when you do something you love, that bubbles when you’re excited. Let this part of you show. Don’t hold it in. Because anyone can be physically attractive, but it takes a real person to be beautiful from the inside and out.


Quote Of The Day


This is a quote from one of my favourite songs ever ever ever, Never Grow Up by Taylor Swift.

I think it is so powerful because it makes you appreciative for everything you have. Look around you, are you on your bed, your sofa, lying on the floor? What’s scattered around you? Clothes, your phone,  a teddybear? Someday, these small things won’t exist anymore. They’ll break or get lost in the move, or maybe you just wont want them in ten years. So appreciate the little things you have.

But appreciate the big things you have too, and I’m not talking about things that are big in size. I’m talking about your family, your friends, even your pets. Everyone’s growing older. Every second that passes is precious, you only have so little time. I think with everyone being in such a rush to grow up, you forget that your parents are growing older too. And so are your older siblings, aunties, uncles, grandparents. Don’t take them for granted- appreciate everything they do for you.

This quote is sad, it makes you realize you aren’t going to live forever and neither are the people around you, which is why you have to give everyone the love they deserve to have.