My name is Holiday and I’m currently in New Zealand traveling around but my home is San Francisco!! I sing, play guitar and dance and im trying to write a zine, I’m also really good at doing to many things at once…. ha.
Would love to meet some radical queer babes in the area or even talk to some people here :) wanna start a band too? cool im keen
Hello fellow bloggers, perpetual students, and fitness lovers. Today, I give you a vegan banana choco-chip pancake recipe. This recipe is almost menacingly low in sugar, but sweetened by homemade goodness.
1 cup whole wheat pastry flour
1 tablespoon sugar
2 teaspoons baking powder
pinch of salt
2 ripe bananas mashed (i used my clean hands!)
1 cup unsweetened soy milk
½ dark chocolate chips
banana slices, peanut butter, and maple syrup to serve
Directions: Mix all the dry ingredients. Then the mashed bananas and soy milk. Fold in the dark chocolate chips. Each pancake uses ¼ cup of batter. Scoop onto hot, greased pan. Flip pancakes when they start to bubble.
And a few personal life updates: Just finished my 3rd year of medical school, taking a year for research before going on to the 4th, and final year. Looking forward to Spain, Italy, and Monaco this summer. Reading Game of Thrones/Song of Ice and Fire. And all of a sudden, not sure what type of doctor I want to be. Already feeling way healthier 1 month out of clinical rotations. Decorating my new bedroom and apartment–new found love for home decor my goodness. Still loving San Francisco.
Bellamy Blake, nerdy stranger from the train, is in her bed.
This is definitely a dream.
“Babe, what’s wrong with you?” Clarke watches in a sort of sick fascination as he reaches over to the bedside table and pulls his glasses from
a little dish sitting there. Wait…where did that dish come from? And why does
he do this so naturally as if it’s something he does every morning?
She looks around to make sure she’s still in her apartment
but yep, her purple curtains are on the window and her father’s leather
armchair is in the corner. Her clothes are visible from the closet but there
are jeans hanging up that are definitely not hers and is that a sweater vest?
What is going on?!
“What is going on?!”
Bellamy visibly flinches when she raises her voice and she
instantly feels like shit. But then again, this strange man was sleeping next
to her all night and she certainly didn’t invite him to. Not saying she
wouldn’t have if given the chance but that is so not the point right now.
“Clarke, are you okay?” Bellamy’s voice is laced with
concern, his glasses now sitting askew on his nose. “If this is about Octavia
coming today for dinner, it’s going to be fine. You know she doesn’t care if
everything is perfect.”
Clarke can’t believe what she’s hearing right now. Like it’s
just a normal conversation and he’s not some rando in her bed. “Octavia…your
sister? Is coming to my house for dinner?”
Bellamy frowns and Clarke tries desperately not to ogle his
bare chest when he sits up straighter. “I thought when I moved in you said it
was our house? You’re not having
second thoughts are you?”
Clark scowls and starts pacing the room, definitely aware of
the fact that Bellamy’s eyes are following her movements. “How can I have
second thoughts when I don’t even know why you’re here? I don’t know you!
This…” she motions around, pointing to a man’s watch and wallet resting on her
dresser. “This is a dream! You don’t live here. We don’t know each other!
You’re just a hot stranger from the subway that I see every morning. We’ve only
She’s breathing heavily now, her hand to her chest as she
leans back against the wall. Bellamy starts to get up from the bed, probably to
comfort her but she holds up a hand and he stills.
“Clarke…” He says softly but she shakes her head. Him speaking to her like this, like he knows her, it’s unnerving. “Baby,
please tell me what’s going on.”