Hello loves,

This is without a doubt one of the shortest posts I have written in the the entirety of my time on WordPress.

The good news: I’m working on a new blogging project. The bad news is that I’m trying to raise awareness about an issue that’s affected so many and never should have in the first place.

Slight Trigger Warning for Rape

Following the femicide in South Africa I started doing research into rape statistics.

Over 40% of womxn will be raped at least once in their lifetime. Only 1 in 4 womxn will report their rape. In 2017/18 alone over 40 000 new cases of rape were filed. Only 6% of cases end in conviction.

It’s really heartbreaking to know how many people’s lives have been affected by rape and rape culture and it’s hard to know what to do to help.

The post will cover myths, safety tips, survivors in the media, personal experiences etc.

It’s a post that means a lot to me and I’d really and truly appreciate it if you filled in the Google form below to share your experience anonymously. If you’d like your name to be featured in the post please DM on Instagram (@adriapetrov) or email me at adriapetrov@gmail.com

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Let’s Get Real: Oppression of Muslim Uighurs in China ft. AqsaSaysWhat

Read this. Read it again. Read it until it surprises you, until it gets your stomach turning. I refuse to accept this as our new normal. Once it’s sunken in, call or email the Chinese consulate in your area and express your disgust, do so until they realise you won’t back down. Share this post. Share information about this on your social media. Find petitions to sign. Find pages with updates on the situation. Contact newspapers to cover the story. Hold a protest outside your consulate. Find a (certified)organisation you can donate to.


Hey girl hey. And boy.

Like many others, I stumbled upon a viral video a few months ago explaining the Uighur situation in Chinese concentration camps. It didn’t hit me at first because I felt so helpless and it was another one of those ‘ugh that’s so sad..*insert boost of gratitude for my own life here*’. It wasn’t until Aqsa contacted me recently for a collab request to address this subject that I actually started looking into it. My heart broke and I had a breakdown. Twice. I’m really sensitive when it comes to injustices around the world and almost always end up carrying the burden of not being able to do much about it. After all, I’m an unemployed and dependent high school student who does not have any political power or financial ability to change much.

Image result for high school frustrated gif

But then I realized there’s something we all have. Communication. Now more…

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what I’ve been listening to #3

Hey loves,

Guess who? Adria! Your favourite inconsistent blogger is back (hopefully for good this time). This was meant to be a monthly series but like I said earlier, inconsistent queen, so sorry if you hit the follow button expecting regular posts* It’s been a hot minute since I last made a playlist and a lot of new albums have come out recently which I’ve obviously been listening to non-stop. My mocks start tomorrow but we all know where that falls on my list of priorities so enjoy this playlist fueled by our dear friend pRocrAstinaTIon.

*we all know I have the planning skills of a guppy



gloomy tapes vol. 2//call me karizma

So I don’t normally put albums on here just because that’s a lot of effort I don’t have** BUT I have listened to this song every day since it came out. I have cried to this album, had a breakdown to this album, journaled while listening to this album, procrastinated by listening to this album instead of studying. You name it, I’ve done it. I love love love Morgan so much and his music has changed my life and had such a huge impact on me as an individual and I’ll be forever be grateful for this lovely soul.

**I’m an actual joke I know

I lost my mind//FINNEAS

This song literally broke my heart in 15 million different ways, stitched it back together and then threw it out the window of a skyscraper. The dancing, the lyrics, I just-

call out my name//the weeknd

This is one of those songs that’s practically made for when you’re up at 2am and are nostalgic for everything and everyone and I swear every word tugs at your heartstrings. I know there were tons of mixed reviews on this when it came out but it reminds me of the Trilogy era and not in a bad way. Like I genuinely feel like people sometimes forget that artists are people too and they change and develop and grow just like us and that’s often seen in their music and there’s literally nothing wrong with that but that’s a rant for anytime when I’m not sick*** My point is all my favourite artists have picked the past few months to trample on my heart and whilst this song was released a while ago, I honestly hadn’t even listened to it up until recently. So thanks for messing with my emotions (again!) Abel

***climate change is literally killing me(and the world), if you haven’t already seen my instagram highlights (@adriapetrov btw) there are some ways to save the planet in one of them. Also I’ll probably do a post on that soon ft. me, the bad vegetarian

begin again soundtrack//various artists

I love every single song on this album and I’ve seen the movie numerous times since it came out(a while ago). I’ve been in a very pensive, melancholic, thoughtful kind of mood recently. Although I am trying not to sleep at like 2am because I’m up at 5am for school (fml), there’s something magical about this album+nostalgia+looking at the stars and it’s so soft and delicate and beautiful and it feels like finally coming home after feeling lost for forever. I love it to pieces.

same wine//priya francis

No one:

Not a single soul:


7 days//alessia cara

I wish I had the words to coherently explain my thoughts on this song but I don’t so just listen to it and thank me later


I’ve decided not to expose myself by putting the number of time I’ve listened to this song, and Wasteland, Baby in general because I’m pretty sure I’ve surpassed a million by now. Love, love, love. The visuals, the lyrics, Sergei Polunin’s dancing, Hozier never fails to blow me away and I’ve genuinely lost the ability to piece words together at this point because of it.

What have you been listening to lately? Also totally asking for a friend, but did anyone else scream when they saw the release date for Norman Fucking Rockwell?


just because things could’ve been different doesn’t mean they’d be better

Attempt at not being the most inconsistent blogger in the world #3682726278171725


@chelseapeersnyc on Instagram

When I first got the idea of writing this post I had just stumbled upon a quote on Pinterest ‘just because things could’ve been different doesn’t mean they’d be better’. For the past month I’d been in a slump, I say a slump but prolonged state of depression fits better and I’d been so desperate for a reason other than a chemical imbalance as to why I was feeling the way I was.

And there it was right in front of me. The sign I’d been searching for, handed right to me in the form of an aesthetically pleasing pin.

I’m a dreamer. I’m an overthinker. And I’m incredibly nostalgic for all the things I know I’ll never get back. So when I found myself in in a situation I had no control over I ended up doing the one thing you can always count on me…

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some of my favourite quotes

Hey loves!

I’m still not really back, not that I was ever really gone but umm…I have no clue where I was going with that. Anyway, I wanted to share some of these little quote thingies* I made after I read The Dating Process, you can find my post all about how talented Claire is here.

I love the series so much and there are so many great (and hilarious) bits in there that I had to share because I’m honestly so so proud of Claire. I’ll probably continue to shout from metaphorical rooftops (because I’m a little baby) about this book and her forever.

*we stan a queen passing English

















what pride means to us

So as some of you may know June was Pride Month. I spent a lot of time thinking about what I wanted to do on my blog to celebrate it because the month means a lot to me and many others and after many sleepless nights I decided that I wanted the post to reflect what pride meant to loads of different people hence the title. I decided to reach out to a couple of people in the community to find out what pride means to them and share them with all of you. I’ll probably be updating this post for the rest of my life because my time management skills are non-existent but that’s a rant for another post.

Also this post was meant to go up during June but I had a really rough month, which is why the post is pretty short. But in my defense, pride is every day of of the year, so really I’m not late.

So hey you, I see you, maybe you’re not out yet, maybe you’ll never be, maybe you are. Every day, but especially during June, I hope you realise how incredible you are. How loved you are.

Hi, I’m May! I use she/her pronouns and identify as bi and demi! To me, Pride means celebrating ourselves as people not usually allowed to do such a thing, and being proud of our identities and where we’ve come from. But it also means remembering and honoring the past, especially the activists who fought for our rights and the people who died for who they are. It’s a moment of light, however brief, in a time usually dark with the stories of how even today people around the world live in fear because of how they identify.

May @gay_onnaise

Hey! I’m Chloé, a disaster bi blogger, writer and reader who spends most of her time enthusing about Greek mythology, crying over fictional characters and attempting to hold court with castle ghosts. When I think of Pride, I think of the Pride flag in my room. It’s such a small little thing, cost only £1, but it’s one of my most prized possessions. For me, being able to hang that little flag in my room is a metaphor, an encapsulation of what Pride means to me. Pride is being able to share who I am, and to be who I am unapologetically. It’s also about honouring those that came before me; those that rallied and fought for our ability to be who we are.

Chloe @chloemusings

Greetings! My name is Em. I am a 16 year old overthinker from Australia with always too much to say and not enough time to do so. I have perfectionist, responsible and outspoken tendencies, and I enjoy tea (the drink, but I guess the drama too), learning (about anything, really) and exploring! I have no clue what I want to do with my future and I graduate high school next year, so that’s not a concern at all… right? But more importantly, I am also a recently out(ish) bisexual, having come to terms with my identity nearly a year ago now. I’ve always considered Pride as a celebration of acceptance and respect, but also a call for continual action for the work that still needs to be done to protect, support and recognise the LGBTQ+ community. When I was questioning my identity, seeing the events, people and support of Pride helped me realise what it meant to be part of the community, and reassured me that I was not (and never will be) alone in my experience. Pride promotes the validation of diversity, and it is that comfort that has allowed me to acknowledge who I am with more courage and less fear. After all the confusion and anxiety – and consistently googling “Am I bisexual?” and then “How do I come out?” – it is a relief that I can know acknowledge that continual journey with Pride. This year is my first pride month as an out (kind of, friends and family only) bi, and it’s a bit surreal that I am now part of this wonderful community and have the recognised opportunity to celebrate it. While I’m still figuring out some parts of my sexuality, knowing Pride has arrived gives me relief and confidence in the knowledge that my experience is genuine, universal, and worthwhile. I remember writing in April 2016 that I was scared to admit I might not be straight, because then it makes it real. I wish I could tell my old self that admiting it and talking about it would relieve so much apprehension. Pride symbolises endless growth within individuals and throughout the world; and, of course, love. I hope this can resonate with you. Happy (20biteen) Pride!

Em @emilychanged

My name is Nicole Sgarlato and I’m a disabled transgender woman. Through coming to terms with my gender identity and making the decision to transition, I found freedom and blosssomed into the confident and fierce woman I was always meant to be, But I wouldn’t have gotten there without a safe space and the supportive community that I had in my life. Pride is many things. It’s a chance for us to celebrate our uniqueness, to be an example of what a loving and inclusive community looks like. It’s an opportunity to remind the world that despite society telling the LGBTQ+ community that we couldn’t and shouldn’t be ourselves, we exist and will not rest until their is equality for all. But to me the most important part of pride comes from within our community, because it’s also a chance for us to listen to the voices that come from the various intersections that exist. We can learn from each other, laugh and cry together, ask how to better support each other, grow together and ultimately be emboldened knowing that we are all in the fight for equality together

Nicole @nicolesgarlato

I’m Carmen. I’m pan and engaged to a beautiful woman named Ashley. To me, pride means celebrating the rights our LGBTQ+ precursors fought for. Thanks to them I am allowed to marry the love of my life. This month I will wear my rainbow flag with Pride.

Carmen @theferreirafactory


i’m a sad little apricot

That’s it. That’s the post.

I’m kiddding. Bad joke, I know but I feel like you can make an exception for your sad little apricot.

I’ve been in a slump for a month, nearly two. Don’t get me wrong I can tell it’s coming, the sadness and all, because that’s just how it works, I get super happy and excited and inspired and then I crash.

But it always sucks.

I dissociate, on average twice a year. It’s never been as long as it was this time and it’s never had such a huge snowball effect on my life. It started off with me feeling uninspired and lost and completely detached from my feelings and then the next thing I know everything’s too vivid to be real. Fast forward a month later(around June 12) to me posting this, because I couldn’t deal with the thought of not writing any longer and then to two days ago where after nearly two months of not feeling anything I had a breakdown.

Oh how I love my life.

Totally not appropriate sorry!

But to go from not feeling anything:

Here is my heart. Place it right in front of a wrecking ball and take a swing because I can’t feel a single thing.

Here is my heart.

Place it front of a wrecking ball and take your best shot. Make it go splat against a wall. I just need to know there’s something inside of it.

I need to know I’m not losing myself.

To feeling everything in an instant, hurts.

It was one of those major breakdowns where I immediately sent out an SOS to a couple of my friends and they responded back almost instantly and they were lovely and kind and supportive and understanding. And then I felt horrible because I still felt bad after everything. You know that scene in Mean Girls where Regina George gets hit by a bus?

I’ve never felt more like Regina George.

I didn’t want to classify this as an if we were having cheesecake post because whilst I do write about some sad stuff there, that’s not why I started it. I wanted cake humor and life updates and oh dear me, I must be cake deprived.

So here’s a very boring update for you in a few sentences because I don’t think I can write much more.

I’m sad and exhausted and uninspired. And none of my coping tips are doing much of anything and everything seems topsy-turvy. And did I mention my laptop is broken too?

If any of you have any tips for getting out of a rut or passion project ideas that I could do whilst I ‘recover’ from whatever one would call this, please let me know.