Isma's Bites

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Lemonade

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An amzing tiramisu italian style with my own twist.

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Pancakes is my ultimate amuse, but how about healthy pan cake that music to my ear.

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What better than bread without sweet

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Check out how to make simple recipes only 2 main ingredients

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여행 빨리 가고 싶다…

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Lovely

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“It’s scary how much I care and how much you don’t.”

— I care too much

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Its scarier when I realise the truth

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Extravagant She is an Extravagant buying her happiness indulging herself with bags, shoes, makeup, sparkly clothes. the sparklier the better, the most expensive have the great value because it will affect the number of like she will get later.

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Gratification killed conversation Giggles, LOL, Emojis we become robots, we become slaves to instant gratification. I miss those days when you go out to interact with people when everyone is having time for conversation.

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Another old bullet journal spread! (finally got a new usb cord for my phone, so I can upload pictures again)

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Amazing

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(via I confess)

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AGE

looking at the mirror trying to know who is in the reflection? every day she gets new wrinkles, another spot in her hand. A tender touch checking what the years have done to her, but she still stun…

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How to kill The Monkey ?

  Yesterday was my awakening call, the realization of my life. I was determined to change my life, invest in myself, stop reading stupid books( the perfect picture was in my head) After I got home, I collected all the stationery I have to start the journey of filling the gaps. Surprisingly, just before I started I open my Instagram. Accidentally I found satisfying videos, the result is well…

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AGE

looking at the mirror trying to know who is in the reflection? every day she gets new wrinkles, another spot in her hand. A tender touch checking what the years have done t her, but she still stunning. Her grey hair did not affect her charming smile.

walking down the empty streets was her ultimate joy, relishing her shot of caffeine while reading her romantic novels. At second she looked at the…

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I confess

  I was holding my heart, with my confession. I want to tell him how I felt, and how our friendship meant the world to me. Does he feel the same? Maybe it’s my imagination, but his eyes say something different. Shall I tell him? Maybe I will lose him forever? Shall we just be friends? No! I want more than that. I am madly in love with him, I want more. Its inane, I have practiced my confessionaga…

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