I had such a great weekend and if you follow me on Instagram you probably saw the stories and the pictures. Last night I went to dinner with Antonio, we had some pizza, got some drinks and today we went to Castle Trakoscan. It is so beautiful and I completely recommend you visiting it if you ever spend some time in Croatia, Zagorje to be more exact.
The part of Croatia where I live has a lots of castles and Trakoscan is the one of the most popular ones. Trakoscan was built in the late 13th century. The castle had many owners and the most popular ones were the family Draskovic from 1584. It’s a museum now. The nature and the lake around the castle are completely breathtaking and perfect for a weekend trip. We walked a lot around the lake, walked around the castle, saw the exhibition, stopped to drink something because the sun exhausted us. It was just great. It is forbidden to take pics in the museum but I took a few because the first thing I thought to myself was “I need a few pics to show on my blog!”
I know it’s not polite to disobey the rules of a museum but like… Everyone was doing it! Anyways here are some pics.
I hope you all had a great weekend and you can tell me all about it in the comments and also please check out this post #savingme, share it because I just want more people to engage in this project.
Sending love and positive vibes,
I’ve posted this story a while ago but I decided to repost it because I think that our new project when we reach 3000 followers will be centered around abuse stories. I am still working on the idea and I remembered this post so here I am sharing it again. If you would like to have this new project about abuse stories, let me know in the comments!
I have promised to make a post about the story behind the name Luna and today is the day. To be quite honest I’ve never told anyone why I use this name because it’s a very personal story but I decided to show courage and share it with everyone.
My real name is Ana and I got it by my grandmother. Originally my mother wanted to call me Julia but my father wanted for me to be Ana because my older sister got her name by our other grandmother and he wanted the same for me. Luna is the name I’ve used for many years for writing purposes and I came up with it when I was a little kid. To explain the whole story I have to go back to 1992.
As I stated in my Liebster Award post I’m actually of Bosnian origins. My family lived there for their entire life and then the war happened and my father fought in the war in Bosnia. During that time he got PTSD and started to drink heavily. My parents came to Germany after the war and 7 years later we came to Croatia. Due to my father’s mental problems he started to drink even more and got more and more abusive. He would beat the life out of my mother, sister and me and the police was a regular guest at our house. He developed an identity disorder and things only went downhill. Every time he would get drunk my mother would send me to my grandmother’s because it was unsafe to leave me alone with him. Because of the stressful situation we lived in I was a very nervous child, didn’t have an appetite, I was underweight and always ill because my immune system wasn’t very good. My mother, sister and I spent our days locked up in one room of our house because he would always attack and threaten to kill us if we went to use the kitchen or other parts of the house. Thankfully the bathroom was just on the opposite side of the room we were in so we could sneak to go to the bathroom. I even remember a little bit of a Christmas morning when my mother had to pay off all of my father’s drinking debts so we had no money to buy anything, my father was drunk again and my mother got up in the morning to make pancakes for me and my sister to eat. We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas morning eating cold pancakes, locked up in one room. No Christmas tree, no presents. I would actually spend a lot of time alone in that room, watching Spanish telenovelas and writing my own stuff like scenarios for my telenovela and poems about the actors. It was a way to kill time and that’s how I fell in love with writing.
Where I’m from the winters are very cold and back in the day we had central heating. My father turned it off one day saying we don’t deserve to get warm and I got extremely ill afterwards.
One day I just woke up without the ability to breath normally, my head was hurting and I had a high fever. After visiting my doctor we found out my problem was bordering with pneumonia but the doctor didn’t want to put me in the hospital because it was dangerous for me to be exposed to so many bacteria and viruses since my immune system practically didn’t exist. My mother couldn’t send me to my grandmothers and couldn’t take days off of work to take care of me because she would have been fired. My older sister had to go to school so I was on my own. My mother would get my sister ready for school and before leaving she would put a bucket with a lid next to me if I needed to throw up and she would lock me up in the room so my father wouldn’t get in and harm me. Since he was drunk and I wasn’t making any noises he didn’t even know I was there so I was safe. My health condition was very bad. I spent 10 days literally sleeping. I don’t remember much of that time but I do remember this. One night I ran out of air and suddenly woke up. My mother was next to me and my sister was in the other bed. The first thing I saw at that moment was the full moon through the blinds. In that moment I felt so calm, like nothing could hurt me. I can’t even explain it.
Seeing the moon just gave me a strong bond to nature, helped me realize that not all is lost and made me believe that just like nature renews itself I will renew my health and get better. It was like a feeling that the sky was watching over me. It was all probably the product of my fever but that night created the name Luna. As I said I watched a lot of Spanish telenovelas so I decided to go with the name Luna when I started sending my work to magazines or publishing it online. Luna in Spanish, as many of you know, means the moon.
This was very hard for me to write because I don’t like to talk about my father but I thought it was time to open up more and be more honest on the blog because I would like to share my experiences with abuse with others and maybe help them if they are currently struggling with it. If you went through the same thing before or are going through it now and need someone to talk to feel free to DM me on my Instagram or send me an email on firstname.lastname@example.org
I know that I don’t post a lot of my outfits but it is something I would like to do more often because I really love to dress up every now and then. Today I want to talk…actually rant for a while.
If you’ve been following me for a while or you maybe follow me on Instagram @luna.theblog you can tell that I have a certain style I like. I enjoy wearing skirts, tight dresses etc.
You can bet your ass I was called out several times because of the way I dress when I go out and let me tell you one thing. I dress like that because I feel comfortable in that type of clothing. I am not ashamed to say that it gives me more confidence. To be honest, I don’t have a great, fit body I am trying to show off. I am actually a bit chubby, I got love handles, stretch marks and cellulite but I am okay with that and I am okay wearing an outfit that actually shows all of my imperfections.
The thing is, people get the impression that me, and other girls dressing like this, do that to get guy’s attention. Let me just get this clear – NOT ALL OF US DO THAT. There are some girls who do and that’s also okay. It’s not like guys don’t dress up when they go out. We all do it but girls who wear certain type of clothing are labeled as “sluts” or as girls who are “easy”. This annoys the shit out of me because people get such wrong impressions about others based on their clothes. I dress like this because I can and because I want to. I do it all for me.
Okay, someone can see me out wearing this outfit that’s on the picture. They will immediately call me an attention-seeking slut that just wants to find someone who will pay for her drinks for the rest of the night and then go home with someone. Let me tell you something Judgmental Judy – I have a job, I will pay for my own drinks, I will go home alone, get up in the morning, go to work and live my life the way I want to live it and you should mind your own damn business and let me enjoy my night without you staring at me and commenting.
Stop labeling people. Stop giving them nicknames that are insulting based on the way they dress, walk or talk. Have respect for others or don’t expect any yourself.
I could write a Bible based on this subject but I know a bunch of you won’t feel like reading it so I’ll stop here and pick up in a different post. Have a nice rest of the week!
Sending love and positive vibes,
I just wanted to say I am sorry for not being active the last two days and especially today. I was actually in Zadar because of my bachelor’s graduation ceremony and I just got home. I hope you won’t hold it against me. Tomorrow I will be posting pics from the ceremony and telling you all about it.
Sending love and positive vibes,
So, I haven’t posted an outfit in a while and here it is. The leather skirt is from Terranova and the top is from New Yorker. I have been in love with these shoes since I bought him and to be honest, I can’t really tell you where they are from because I got them at a thrift shop. So there you have it, some inspiration for a night out outfit. Hope you liked it!
Lately I’ve been feeling really guilty because I wasn’t putting so much effort in my blog as I used to and also The Poetry Bar has been suffering due to my lack of work. Since I feel a really strong attachment to this blog and I am so grateful to all of the people following me I just felt like I should explain myself.
To be honest, in the last few weeks I haven’t been putting much effort into anything. I just let time pass by, I stopped taking care of myself and it has made me feel completely drained of energy and motivation to work. Actually, I feel like a really big hypocrite because of it since I’m always preaching about self-care and putting yourself first when you need to and I haven’t been doing that lately. The consequences of my behavior are visible on my lack of work on the blog and The Poetry Bar and on my health since I’ve gained weight, been ill lately, started smoking again etc. I’ve been having some issues in my personal life that had a really big impact on me and the only person I am blaming for it is myself and not the people involved because I know that I know better than to have such a negative and self-destructive response to problems.
That’s pretty much it. I am just drained and exhausted. I promised myself to take better care of my health, both mental and physical – actually I am committing to it before things get worse. I hope you all understand and I hope that you don’t hold a grudge because I didn’t post as much, answer to all of your comments and emails. Thank you so much for being here and for reading this and if you are going through something similar I hope that maybe this text has helped you realize that you too need to focus on yourself more. Please do send more of your works to The Poetry Bar so that we can get it up and running again and as soon as I get some more inspiration I will post more work.
Have a lovely rest of the week!
Sending love and positive vibes,