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What's the worst that could happen if you decided to stop overextending yourself to people who don't reciprocate the same energy and who don't view you on the same light? Why do you insist on holding onto those relationships where you do all the heavy lifting but receive little in return? Why do you keep people around who don't match your values, lifestyle, and outlook for life?

The fear of losing people around us who are clearly not interested in us in the same way we are in them stems from an anxious attachment thought pattern that has its roots in trauma. Learning to heal this while understanding that you are worth it and you deserve to have people around you that pour as much into you as you do them is not a luxury but a basic funding block for any healthy relationship.

Make a goal this year to establish what are your non-negotiables in the things you want and expect of those in your circle, and demote, cut, and promote accordingly. Stop compromising on things you know matter to you such as faith, similar ambition, a healthy lifestyle, maturity, etc. Just to keep people around for the sake of it. People that instead of helping you grow and show you the same appreciation that you show them, bring you down and rub their toxic ways onto you.

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Pierre Berge Paris apartment, photo Sotheby’s / Art Digital Studio

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Story Reviews of Alkemia scents I find academia core

Absinthe and Laudanum in the Afternoon - Opium poppy, Labdanum, Tonka, Wormwood

Dark Academia

It's been a long day.

Your weary bones ache for rest. You slowly drag yourself to your dimly-lit parlor, light an incense stick and finally sink into a worn velvet armchair. As you lazily watch the plumes dance and fade into the air, you dryly note that you need to wash, but the thought of moving even a finger deters you. Not willing to let the weariness of the day be washed off your tired body, you let it fade into haziness as you slowly drift off to a dreamless sleep.

Madam Pearl - White tea leaves, Bone china, Vanilla pods, White pepper

Romantic/ Dark Academia

Hair tucked back with long fingers. Hushed whispers followed by a twinkling laugh. Pearls glisten from her neck as she leans back in her chair, carefully balancing her tea as she takes a puff from her cigarette.

The lady of the hour, the Madam Pearl.

Poudre d'épicine- Gender Neutral Powder, Japanese Musk, Mint Creme Anglaise

Light Academia

Time moves slowly in the sitting area of a candle-lit French powder room, and the flickering light brings out warmth from the mint-green wallpaper.

The couch you're stretched out on has been well-loved: the blush-pink upholstery is faded but distinguished and in good shape. You bury your face into one of its many voluptuous pillows and breathe in and in an instant, something floods your nose. The couch has soaked in powder from the many ladies that have graced its cushions.

You quickly unbury yourself and rush to a mirror to make sure you don't arrive to dinner looking like a beignet.

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"I had tea. I then spent a long time in a bookshop. A quiet evening."

– Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909

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My own little corner of the world.

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A Book and New Documentary Explore the Possibilities of Ink-Making in Urban Environments