Cute Fall Makeup

Hello and happy Monday. My name is Camila and sometimes I like my makeup to look…cute. You know, cute, dainty, delicate, while keeping that edge. That’s why I love to play with very light and very dark colors, which shouldn’t work well together but they do. Today I’ll show you how to combine lavender and purple with black, brown, and gold to create a cute fall makeup look. These are the steps I followed to achieve the look:

 

 

 

  1. Primer
  2. Concealer
  3. Foundation
  4. Powder
  5. Eyebrows
  6. Lavender (eyelid base)
  7. Gold (outer corner)
  8. Purple eyeliner (tightline)
  9. Dark purple (lower lash line)
  10. Black (outer corner)
  11. Mascara
  12. Contour
  13. Blush
  14. Highlighter
  15. Brown lipliner
  16. Lipstick

What is an odd color combination you’re super into? Let me know in the comments and I might try to create a look with it.

Happy Monday!

Love, Miss Camila

Trying Lip Tattoos (Again)

Hello and happy Sunday. This this a follow up post to the Trying Out Lip Tattoos one, which was published a few months ago. Basically, today I want to show you the whole process of applying the lip tattoo mask, and obviously the “after” results. Let’s get started, shall we?

I own the Color Story by SE lip tattoos because my aunt, who is a makeup artist, gave them to me for Christmas last year. There are five shades, which you can see in the pictures, so from top to bottom I’m wearing: Dahlia, Poppy, Fuchsia, Rose, and Lilac.

I applied this mask first thing in the morning, and the first piece of advice I’d give you if you would like to use this product for real, is to exfoliate your lips beforehand.

You’ll notice in some of the pictures that I have darker patches, and I think that’s because the mask clung to where my lips were dry and chapped. A lip scrub evens out the texture of the lips and removes anything that might not look good.

I felt that the results of day one were quite nice, so I was eager to try the other shades in the set. When I tried Poppy, which is the darkest shade, I noticed that it was kind of tacky, like it was drying out. That made the application harder, which is why, especially on the lower lip, there are darker patches.

 

 

 

 

 

 

From day three on, everything went smoother, and I was getting used to my morning lip tattoo. I would wear lip balm to finish the look because I do think that without it, the lips look too dry.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s day four. I just noticed how uneven the application was, and it is noticeable after the mask is removed. Still, I think I would wear this tattoo as a base for lipstick or lipgloss.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s day five, and I must say, I was pleasantly surprised with the color after removing the mask.

I think the whole process is way easier and cleaner once you get the hang of it, and the results are nice. I wouldn’t replace my usual lippies for lip tattoos, but I would consider them occasionally as a lipstick or lipgloss base.

If somebody is more into the no-makeup/natural/ your-skin-but-better kinda vibe, I think lip tattoos are a good option, having exfoliated the lips before and wearing lip balm or clear lip balm after applying (and removing) the mask.

In the comments below, let me know what you think about lip tattoos, and if this post maybe changed your mind about them.

Happy Sunday!

Love, Miss Camila

The “48-Hour” Rule

Announcement.pngHello and happy Saturday. A while ago I told you about how dating advice has given me this cool insight that I will for sure apply once I’m ready to go back out there. I’ve also mentioned a piece of advice that I was able to apply in my final stages of whatever went down between MHD and me, which is all about time.

One thing I started to work on is my impatience. I wanted MHD to reply to my texts immediately, and I wanted him to text me every single day. If he didn’t, I’d freak out. A way in which I started working on it was this thing I’m calling the “48-Hour” Rule. I took this from Mark Rosenfeld, who is a great dating coach. In several of his videos, he goes on about taking time away, or giving the guy time when he’s not replying, and other pieces of advice related to time.

In one of his videos, Mark advises that if a guy is not replying to a text, you should give him from one to three days before writing him. Of course, this time is essentially given for him to reply to the text you sent, but if not, then you can send him a follow-up text. MHD worked every other day from noon to midnight, and when he didn’t work, he slept until noon, so giving him one day was like giving him nothing. Giving him three days, on the other hand, seemed like way too much for me to begin with, so I decided I’d give him two days.

In the final stages of our thing, whenever MHD wouldn’t reply to my texts, I’d give him 48 hours, hence the name of the rule. I did this about four times, which seems like a lot, but let’s remember, by then we were pretty much doomed. The first time I did it, I felt like quitting half an hour in. I would check Snapchat repeatedly, I would find any excuse to be on my phone, and I was just an anxious mess. What I discovered, though, was that I had given this guy so much of my time and my energy, that now that we weren’t texting each other, I had nothing to do.

I have a glass board in my room, so I wrote “Take Time Away” in big, cursive letters, and surrounded this message with a cloud. Whenever I felt like texting MHD, I’d look at my message. This quote, of course, is also something I took from one of Mark’s videos.

After surviving the first 48 hours, and successfully getting a response at my text, I discovered that the next times I applied the rule it was way easier for me. Again, by then I was already starting to suspect that this guy and I would very soon be over, so I guess that lowered my anxiety. Spending two days without texting him became something I could do more naturally, especially because I was taking time away for me, for the things I enjoyed doing.

I know that for some of you, it appears like I’m just applying common sense, you know? If I text a guy, then I’ll wait for him to text me back, and if he doesn’t, his loss. To me, though, understanding this and applying it has been a process. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it now: I need to be smarter when it comes to dating, and I’m sure that the “48-Hour” Rule will come in super handy.

Have you used this rule, or a version of it? How did it work? Tell me about it in the comments!

Happy Saturday!

Love, Miss Camila

“So, You Like the Beach Boys?”

THROWBACK THURSDAY (2).pngHello and happy Thursday. No, I didn’t like the Beach Boys then, I don’t like them now, and I’m pretty sure that wasn’t actually something the guy said, but we’ll go with it, okay? Today I’m going to tell you about one of my first approaches to guys, so I’m talking way back. I feel like recently I’ve told you a lot about my current guy situation (nonexistent, but still trying, thank you) and I think it’s important to go back and see how it all began. Let’s get started, shall we?

Now, Beach Boy here wasn’t my first crush. I’d already experienced what it meant to like a guy. You see, girls from my school used to hang out with guys from a boys school. It wasn’t a general rule, and the boys school wasn’t always the same, but I guess this was a not-so-subtle way to ensure that we could hang out with people from the opposite sex. My first crush, and several others after that one, was a part of that group of friends.

Beach Boy belonged to another school, a school that had actually arranged an “exchange” with mine so that, you know, girls and boys could meet. It was as unnatural as it sounds, of course. We went to this country club and the guys were already there. It was cold, and I think this was intentional, so that we could all have many layers of clothing. The psychologists from both schools had activities prepared for us, including, I kid you not, a speed-dating kind of thing.

Basically, we were given a set of questions that were numbered. Each girl had a particular order, which matched a boy’s set. The idea was that each time we had to look for our match to answer and discuss the question. In retrospect, this was kind of cute, trying to get us to talk and get to know each other.

My awkward self kept sticking to the questions, but there’s only so much you can say about how you spend your weekends, right? After a few failed attempts, I was paired with Beach Boy, a blonde, kinda scrawny guy who was probably my same height or a bit taller, and who asked me the question that would make me fall for him.

“What’s your guilty pleasure?” He asked, and I was done. He actually said it in Spanglish, because the Spanish translation of “guilty pleasure” sounds like something totally wrong, and not something fun. If somebody asked me that question now, I’d probably swipe left and block them, but we were 14 or 15, and these were other times, at least for me. He proceeded to explain/answer. “My guilty pleasure are the Beach Boys. Have you heard of them?” Of course, I nodded my head, and said that I indeed liked them.

That afternoon, I Googled the Beach Boys and realized that oh, no, I did not like them, and that I could stick to my guilty pleasure: the Jonas Brothers. I think that was the first and only time I saw Beach Boy. I didn’t add him on Facebook, or maybe I did and he rejected my request (hey, it happens). The year after we met, I found out he was dating a very obnoxious Model UN delegate, and I felt kind of heartbroken, not only because he was taken but also because her type was nothing like me.

So, yes, this is the story of how I found out what “guilty pleasure” meant, and also how I started lying to boys for them to like me. Okay, I’m kidding with the latter, sort of. In the comments, tell me about a time when you sort of lied to impress a guy.

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila

Book Fair Haul

 

Hello and happy Wednesday. One of the many things I’ll miss about living in Bogota is the yearly book fair, for obvious reasons. I only remember going to one book fair and not buying anything, but in my defense I was in university and didn’t have a job, so I was pretty much broke.

This year I swore I wouldn’t buy anything because 1. I need to save as much as I can and books in Colombia are expensive, and 2. I was actually trying not to get more books because there’s no way I can take them to Baltimore with me and it breaks my heart to just leave them collecting dust in Bogota.

My resolve was intact until I saw a “Buy 2, get 1 free” poster. I’m sure you would’ve done the same. I got three books from my wishlist, two of which are still recent so even on Kindle they are expensive, and another one that is super hyped because a new movie version somewhat recently launched. If you look at the thumbnail, you’ll know which are the new release and which is the other one.

I bought a hardcover of Turtles All the Way Down by John Green, which means I now own all of his bibliography and have read none of it. I also bought Into the Water by Paula Hawkins, even though I’ve yet to read The Girl on the Train. Finally, I bought It by Stephen King, which is probably going to take me the next five years to read and is going to give me major nightmares.

What books have you recently bought? Let me know in the comments below.

Happy reading!

Love, Miss Camila

“Zumba Mom” Makeup

Hello and happy Monday. A couple of years ago I used to work in the afternoons, so I was able to go to Zumba every morning. There was always a group of moms there, and my best friends would tease me and tell me I was now one of them. These women were my mom’s age, probably older, and they were super fit and always looked nice. When I looked at them I’d think “wow, I really want to be like them when I grow up.” They were also super stylish in a very subtle way, and while I was doing my makeup today, I thought it looked exactly like something the Zumba moms would absolutely rock. Here are the steps I followed to achieve the look:

 

 

 

  1. Primer
  2. Concealer
  3. Foundation
  4. Eyebrows
  5. Powder
  6. Light brown (eyelid)
  7. Dark brown (outer corner)
  8. Nude (inner corner)
  9. Brown eyeliner (tightline)
  10. Dark brown (lower lash line)
  11. Mascara
  12. Bronzer
  13. Blush
  14. Lipgloss
  15. Matte setting spray

Who’s makeup, or style in general, do you admire and why? Let me know in the comments.

Happy Monday!

Love, Miss Camila

 

April Ipsy Glam Bag Unbox + Review

Hello and happy Sunday. Today I want to share with you my thoughts on the stuff I got in my Ipsy Glam Bag for the month of April, but before I do that, let’s take a minute to appreciate the beauty of the actual bag. It is now the pencil case I take to Portuguese classes, and I swear sometimes I just stare at it and admire the beauty of the butterflies. Honestly, design-wise, I think the bags I’ve gotten recently are way better. Okay, now let’s see what’s inside the bag.

PAULA DORF COSMETICS Broner in Bora Bora 

This bronzer isn’t really my cup of tea. It has a grayish undertone, and we all know that gray doesn’t look good on my face. I’ve worn it once and it makes me look ashy and sort of muddy. I’ll give it another shot for contouring because maybe that way it can work.

THE VINTAGE COSMETIC COMPANY Slanted Tweezers in Rose Gold 

These are super cute and I think Ipsy is doing an A+ job by sending tools like this in their glam bags. I haven’t tried mine, though, because I already have a pair of tweezers I use, and using two pairs simultaneously seems excessive. I’ll keep them for when I actually need them.

TRIFLE COSMETICS Sugar Bunny Lip Scrub 

I’m using this daily in the shower as part of my face wash routine. I like that it’s soft, so I don’t feel it’s that aggressive, and that’s why I’m not worried about using it every day. Basically it’s a cute little thing I’m enjoying at the moment, but I still prefer more concentrated lip scrubs.

H2O+ BEAUTY Oasis Hydrating Treatment

My skin is still suffering because of Halo Beauty, but applying this gel at night has helped a lot in keeping my skin hydrated. So far I’ve liked its fresh scent and the way it makes my skin feel when I apply it.

NYX Soft Matte Lip Cream in Stockholm 

This is by far my favorite product of what I got in my Ipsy glam bag, and the reason is simple: I already know and love these soft matte cream lips. If you want a true nude matte liquid lipstick, then get this one. I’ve already tried it and I’m in love with the way it looks.

In the comments below, tell me what product you’d like to try and why.

Happy Sunday!

Love, Miss Camila

 

Hotel Transylvania Guess Who

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Hello and happy Saturday. If you’re anything like me, then you’re probably obsessed with holidays, especially Halloween. And, if you’re anything like me, then you’re probably already looking for activities to do in the classroom during the month of October. That’s why I’ve decided to share with you, on the very first day of Halloween month, a fun little resource I created a while ago, which I think is perfect to combine play and work in the classroom.

 

There’s no denying that in anticipation to Halloween, students get a little crazy, and it’s totally understandable, but we still need to have class, and they still need to work. To me, students work best when they’re having fun and when they’re engaged, and what a

 

better way to get them engaged than by watching a Halloween movie?

As you could read in the title, my resource is based on the characters from Hotel Transylvania, which is one of my favorite Halloween movies, so actually the first thing students need to do is watch. Now, there are two versions of the activity; in one, students have to read the description of each character, write their name and make a drawing; while in the simplified version, they have to trace the name of the character and color the picture already in the worksheet. You get both versions when you download the product, which you can do by clicking here.

 

 

I know there are many Halloween movies out there, so if you’d like me to create a resource based on one, let me know in the comments below.

Happy teaching!

Love, Miss Camila

Online Dating Update

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Hello and happy Thursday. Sit back and relax because today I’ll tell you all about what’s happened in my online dating life in the past month and a half. I’ll make sections for every guy with the dates, so that we have a clear timeline. Let’s get started, shall we?

S (June 1st- 20th-ish)

I’d spent a not-so-nice week in Baltimore, in which I’d decided that Bumble, Tinder, and Ok Cupid were complete BS and I was never going to find a good man. That was until I got to the airport way too early and found myself bored AF. So, naturally I re-downloaded Ok Cupid, my one true love, and within minutes I started getting “likes” from guys in my area. Well, in the Baltimore area, which was going to be my area in a few weeks. Anyway, this guy S “likes” me, and I’m immediately drawn by his profile, especially the part that says he doesn’t send dick pics. I felt it as a challenge, what can I do? So I “like” him back and text him. I feel like if I don’t message him right away, I’ll lose him forever.

He replies and we talk for a while, until he asks whether we could move the conversation to WhatsApp. I give him my number and we keep texting. He tells me he’ll be driving for a while so he can’t text, and while he’s gone I get the brilliant idea to ask him a question. “Hey, do you ever want to get married and have children?”

See, I’d heard this dating coach say that was an awesome question because it got guys thinking you were the right girl to marry and have babies with. Genius, right? Only this guy I was talking to had no interest in getting married or having children. He was 33, and had already been married. That’s something he told me after days of talking, so spoiler alert: I didn’t completely push him away with my question.

I explain to him that in a few weeks I’ll be moving to Baltimore and we agree that it’s not a long time, and that we can totally meet and, well, see what happens once I get there. We talk, I get not one but two dick pics, and I was disappointed really, but I was bound to since my previous reference was MHD (which stands for Mr. Huge Dick). Still, I’m into this guy, and I feel like we have fun conversations. I hate the fact that he’s never the first to text. I sometimes even have to use my attributes to get his attention, like “hey, I just got new bikinis, want to see them?”

We’re two weeks in and I feel these really have been the longest weeks of my life. I travel to Europe with my family and notice that for the past two days or so, S hasn’t texted, so I message him, thinking that I’m still respecting the 48-hour rule. I write something like “I think you’re forgetting about me,” and he replies, hours later, “I think you’re getting a bit too clingy.”

That’s our thing, though, or at least his thing, being brutally honest. He’s even told me about how he’s into open relationships and I become curious about them. We don’t talk for the following three days.

The end comes when I’m in Madrid, and for some reason I’m trying to engage in conversation with him but he’s just not into it, so I tell him I’ll just let him know as soon as I get to Baltimore. He replies with a paragraph (an actual paragraph) saying he’s just not into texting on day’s end or something like that, and that he fears I might end up getting hurt because we both want different things. I reply “let me decide that,” but by then I know we’re pretty much over.

While I’m in Madrid, I decide to send him a sexy picture because I like sending sexy pictures to guys I’m talking to. I know I’m breaking the “promise” I’d made of not talking until I got to Baltimore. I go on Ok Cupid and discover our conversation is gone. I fear the worst but have to check, and oh yes, he blocked me on WhatsApp. Just like that. I’m kinda sad I didn’t get to see his little dick. Yeah right.

R (June 25th-30th)

I’m in Bogotá for one more day. I already said goodbye to a lot of people, including my grandparents. But my mind is thinking ahead, thinking about how I’m going to have this amazing life in Baltimore. So I log in to Ok Cupid and in “location” I type Baltimore. It’s before 7 am and this guy R is texting me.

He looks pretty decent. Has nice eyebrows, white teeth, and yes, a shirtless selfie in front of a mirror. But at least it’s not in front of a bathroom. R is smooth, and something about what he wrote in his first message must’ve caught my eye because here I am, replying to his message.

R wastes no time asking me for my number. He’s very insistent in me seeing his…sexy pictures, and so he sends a bunch and asks me what I think. I say what I know he’ll like: “oh wow,” and stuff like that, but I’m really annoyed that he basically pushed me into agreeing to him sending dick pics. I delete them so I don’t have to see them, and he’s convinced I’ve saved them.

The way R talks, for the most part, reminds me of MHD, and we all know that by that I mean they both talk like fuckboys. It’s stupid really, but it’s like they were handed a script. We talk about other stuff, though, basically because I avoid the topic of sex as much as I can. I find out R is a cop, which kind of bothers me but I don’t tell him so. I also discover he’s ready to get married and have kids, and oh yes, he wants me to be his wife. He has nice things too, like the fact that he’s been sober for five years, which is something I admire, so we keep talking.

I have this idea that every weekend I’ll go to a park in Baltimore and tan, and he says he’ll join me. It’s ridiculous, I know, but it sounds so great, and also so doable because I’m going to be in Baltimore tomorrow, and we can go on a date on Saturday.

Inspired by S, I tell him all about having an open relationship, and R is elated. We talk while I’m on the plane going to Baltimore and we agree that on Friday (it’s Tuesday), we’ll have a Skype date.

On Wednesday, I text him good morning and get no reply. Later I text him something else, related to the date we’re going to have on Saturday. He replies after that saying he’s busy with work. Only he doesn’t say it in the “sorry, can’t talk right now, I’m busy. Talk later?”, but more in the “Listen, can’t talk, I’m fucking busy, you know I have a job here.” I block him on WhatsApp and then unblock him because I’m weak. I do delete his number, though.

On Friday, he texts, apologizes (sort of) for being busy. He then disappears so we don’t have a Skype date. We don’t have an actual date on Saturday, either. He didn’t block me on WhatsApp, I know that much, but our communication is over.

A (June 26th- July 7th)

Timing was horrible for A and me, and I’m not only talking about the way we started talking. He actually messaged me while in my Atlanta layover, so yeah, he lives in Atlanta, not Baltimore. I was intrigued by him, so I didn’t clarify anything at first, you know? I have a really hard time giving up on guys, even those I haven’t met.

A (for Atlanta) sent me a message asking me about my bad tattoo. He didn’t have a proper profile picture but a cartoon version of himself; a kind of inaccurate one, I must say. He also said he was married and had a kid, but that his wife was aware and he was in an open marriage. So yeah, timing wasn’t the only thing against us, but also location and family situation.

I say this because even as I talked to A, and boy did we talk, first on Ok Cupid, then on WhatsApp (he downloaded the app for me!), I knew that this was the type of guy I could fall for, and I couldn’t because even if we fell madly in love, he could never give me what I truly wanted: marriage and kids. And the worst part is he knew I wasn’t totally okay with his family situation but kept talking to him and trying because we were so into each other.

A wasn’t physically attractive, not to me. His dick was kinda small and kinda ugly, but man, he could sext like a god. And he was great at keeping conversations. I told him about J because I wanted to warn him about falling for me. I told him about R, how we were something and then nothing and then oops, he came back, but now he’s gone, I swear.

We talked about me going to Atlanta and him traveling to Baltimore. We talked about spending my birthday at Disney. We talked about him starting a cult and marrying me, and “putting a baby in me.” He told me how he felt he was starting to fall for me, and I told him not to tell me he loved me via text. He told me if I didn’t want him to fall for me, I had to stop being so perfect.

And then came Saturday, July 7th and I was in that cafe, and I’d just decided I had to go back home, so I told him and he said “okay,” and I tried to tell him how unhappy I’d been and how my only happy moments were the ones I spent talking to him, and then I told him to say something and he said “I can’t, I’m sorry,” and then he deleted WhatsApp.

I deleted OkCupid altogether (yes, I created a new account the following day, but that’s not the point) and I tried to respect his wish. He’d told me once he would never block me, and I guess he did follow through with his promise. On July 9th, after a full day back home, I decided I had to try one more time to talk to A. I downloaded Snapchat and took a picture of my bra. I added him (yes, I’d learned his username by heart), and he added me back immediately.

His response was something like “take it off,” so I restated the question. “Do you want me to take it off?” and he replied with a “yes.” I told him I would, if he unblocked me on WhatsApp, and he said he’d deleted it. I said okay, sent him the bra-less picture because I didn’t give a damn anymore, said I’d missed him, had he missed me? He said “no, sorry. Please don’t try to contact me anymore.” So I was the one who blocked him. And I had started to fall for him.

MHD (July 9th-11th)

I didn’t just send the bra picture to A. I sent it to MHD dick, too, with the caption “this still belongs to you.” I know, I’m tacky sometimes. After blocking A, I deleted Snapchat because I figured I wasn’t going to get a response from MHD and I’d basically wasted two pictures.

The following day, I’m at my grandmother’s house and I’m suddenly curious, so I re-download Snapchat and yes, there it is, the world’s most beautiful dick. We exchange a few pictures and videos and then he goes to work. I hate myself for knowing that, well, it’s a Tuesday, so obviously he has to go to work from 1 pm to 1 am.

On Wednesday MHD decides to wake up early-ish and demands pictures, just like old times. I send him one I’d taken earlier that morning while getting dressed. He sends me more pictures and videos (and oh, why does he have to be so hot?), and demands more of me. I tell him I have a job interview, I can’t right now.

I leave the interview and check Snapchat. MHD deleted me from his friends. Again, and now I’m pretty sure forever. I proceed to delete Snapchat, then re-download it a few times, then delete it again.

These have been my most recent fails, and you know that I don’t tell you about successful experiences because I feel like I’m jinxing them. I had fun telling you these stories and I really hope you had fun reading them. If you happen to know who any of these guys is, please tell him I said hi (also, please unblock me?)

Happy Thursday!

Love, Miss Camila

 

A Reader-Friendly Book

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Hello and happy Wednesday. This is another review with a boring thumbnail and the reason is that I gave away a bunch of my books in anticipation to my trip to Baltimore. Today’s post is for those people who struggle with reading, whether you love it or not. You get overwhelmed by big books (trust me, I do too), you get easily distracted when paragraphs are too long or plots are too slow, and you get discouraged by tiny prints with barely any spacing between lines. Well, I recently read Unboxed by Non Pratt, and I’d like to recommend it to you today because you’re probably in need of *that book* that will get you full-on into reading.

This book’s format is intentionally reader-friendly, and it says so in the last page. It is small in size, but the font and the separation between the lines make the reading super comfortable. I loved that because I’ve always dreaded those reading snobs who think *some books* aren’t just meant to be read by *some people,* like this was school and they wanted to create a cool kids club or something. Publishers who adapt their books for diverse readers are doing things right.

Now I really enjoyed the story itself because we get diversity from page one in terms of the sexual orientation, the ethnicity, and the family background of the characters. This is not a spoiler, by the way, but we also find out that the main characters all share a mutual friend who died. The main characters actually used to be friends, but they parted ways a few years ago. This concept of estranged friends is cool and original, in my opinion.

I really liked the fact that the chapters in this novel are super short, so even if you just want to do some light reading or whatever, this is a great option for you. I also like the fact that it all takes place in one night. I don’t know why I’m drawn to those kinds of “real-time” stories.

The plot of this novel revolves around these four estranged friends who get together  in order to open a time capsule they hid five years ago. They do this because it was requested by a fifth member of the group who’d recently gotten ill and died. Of course, we get to read about the things in the capsule and what it meant to the characters. It is over all a nice read, and a reminder to always be close to the people we love the most, if not physically, at least keeping the contact with them.

Now in the comments below I’d like you to tell me what you’d include in a time capsule and why.

Happy reading!

Love, Miss Camila