Konfetti Explorations
Konfetti Explorations
Marisabel
Hi! I'm Marisabel! Puertorican living the Dutch life. This is my personal web garden to make things grow.
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Niet alleen buiten was het donker, maar tot mijn verrassing ook in de gebouwen. In woonhuizen. in cafés. in musea en restaurants: over- al was het donker. Het was bedoeld om sfeer te creëren. maar mijn ogen waren gewend aan het felle...
I just realized that when I have long periods of not reading, it is because I am forcing myself to read books I am not enjoying. So I procrastinate. Just abandoned 2. Time to pick another!Thank you for following my feed! ♥ Leave a reply...
I just finished my first japanese book after 7 months — I think — and started a new one! The kobo helps a lot. But about 75% , I was able rely less and less on the dictionary!!! That being said... starting a new book means using it...
5 pages, 48 words in deck 😅
I barely have time to sit by the computer, work has picked up and I love it. But it means less time to play. However... I'm ITCHING to redesignthe layout — not the style — of the website to look like my old blogs with the 2 or 3 columns....
Everytime I believe I'm understanding, something happens and I realize I have no idea what is going on. Right now it's starting to feel like a paint of insanity note than a story.
Going on semi-hiatus Focus of November 2025: 📚 catalog my personal book collection 🏯 Study more Japanese actively and finish reading my first book. 🙅🏻♀️ DEC will be out of the window due to how busy it is since my kid also decided to be...
My daughter is in her Frozen period, and she is obsessed with "Do you want to be a snowman" song. I keep telling her not to put it on... (she can use spotify) because I keep crying at the thought of a child growing up all by herself...
Het lichtend schermpje van de mobiel belooft de kortste weg. Neem die niet! Weersta de verleiding van de kortste weg. Anders heb je voor je het weet je doel bereikt. En daar sta je dan, spijtig om alles waaraan je bent voorbijgegaan....
Whenever I see passages in Sonia's writing, I can't help but wonder if the writer wrote from own experience.
Oh, how could he have forgotten that love, when it arrives, arrives always twinned to its destructive force, as inevitably as God and devil, life and death, home and the leaving of it; that information collected during sweeter moments...
Just came back from my very first in-person bookclub. And maybe it's the optimistic romantic in me, but I think i finally found my tribe!Looking forward to next month! #books #bookclubThank you for following my feed! ♥ Leave a reply here.
Life In contrast to September, October was like a long stroll along a fiery park noticing the changing of the season, mother nature dressing up in her best red gown, for her big night, before her slumber. With the growing darkness,...
Sonia considered the enticement of white people by route of peacocks, monsoons, exotic-spice bazaars—exotic to whom? you might ask—but there was legitimate concern over how India would be perceived in the larger world, the fear that...
By May, Vermont had entered its fragile season, the trans- parent speckled time of honeysuckle and cloudberries, of spring rain falling in polka dots, which triggered and spun the scent of lilacs and hatched them into clusters of stars.