Postcards from Bran, Romania

Embark on a journey into the realm of shadows and whispers, where the legendary Dracula's Castle looms amidst the misty Transylvanian hills. Within its ancient walls, tales of Vlad the Impaler intertwine with the echoes of history, beckoning the curious to delve deeper into the enigma of the land. Amidst this eerie allure, find solace at Pensiunea Podul Simonului lodge, a sanctuary nestled in the heart of the Bucegi Mountains. Here, amidst the flickering candlelight and creaking floorboards, the hosts extend a genuine hand of kindness, welcoming travelers with warmth and hospitality. Beneath the cloak of night, indulge in the secrets of the region as the hosts share stories of old, ensuring each guest feels not just welcomed but embraced by the mysteries and wonders of Transylvania.

I definitely recommend it!

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It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

dear January,

your sunsets are incredible,

even if it seems cold

they're all about what I'm looking for.

like the colour of his eyes in my dreams

when he looks at me I feel that warmth

and I smile like a little girl

because of the strange things in my chest

sounds great, like a fairy tale.

but my reality is that he doesn't exist

a boy with awesome dimples

i wish him to know that I'm in love with

the paintings that he sends up into the sky

it created a connection between our hearts.

to nj

— anna pierce, sunsets

there are two books I've read while writing my thesis. i think people should read these books and understand the meaning of feminism. i quite admire girls and women. there's a quote, in the book that I remember.

EVERY girl has a UNIQUE and POWERFUL STORY TO TELL.

please tell us your story.

Merry Christmas my dears 🎅 🎄 ❤️

More than Enough

today was the last time

before my memories faded

i've worn blue more than enough

now, my heart is like a clough

even though I may be lost, I can

go on living as well as I can

the last lines I'll write 'bout you

the last archive of my true

maybe love.

maybe not.

sometimes lost through thoughts

walking the woods, running up the hills

as the words caves in

i got the feeling to heal

Me. Myself.

— anna pierce

autumn through my eyes

you're gonna figure it, like you always do!

Poetry Inspiration Playlist

— nature view, Italy

the dark forest has woken up 

my body burns at the stake 

birds are singing with notes 

a beautiful ballad of sadness 

— my Sun is going to set 

Anna Pierce

Lust for Life

I recently became interested in Vincent van Gogh. You could say at the beginning of this year. When I was in a bookshop, a portrait of him was looking at me from the counter. The book Lust for Life, which I couldn't buy at the time.

At home, I thought for a long time about the look on the cover that was staring back at me, turning me inside out. The cover depicted his famous self-portrait. I can say that I fell in love with art long before that, and also because of him. I noticed his paintings back on the internet, on various sites like Pinterest. Starry Night and Sunflowers fell in love with me the most, and that's when I started visiting galleries.

Today, however, I finished the book on Vincent's life and was left deeply impressed. He strikes me as a genius who went through all the trouble. I was madly warmed by his relationship with his brother Theo. And the last pages made me cry. No one understood him during his lifetime, but after him, he left an unreal legacy to the whole world. His vision into art. I can now say that Vincent is my favorite artist. I've also come to understand a lot because of him. His passion for painting has made me want to paint, even though I'm not excellent at it. My lines turn out crooked even when I do them with a ruler. However, I can love art differently. Someday I will open my own gallery. If I were to meet Vincent one day, I would certainly say to him, "I admire you Vincent, the whole world admires you. You've come a long way and done a great job.