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• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

• My Life As Myself •

The creator of this blog is currently trying to be a proper adult. Here, they try to figure out life through photography, writing, music and the occasional existential crisis. Enjoy.

Lótus

No lago vivia uma flor.

Tão pequena, tão verde, tão só.

Do lodo se ergueu e ali permaneceu.

Anos e anos se passaram e nunca por si só se moveu.

Vagueava com as ondas na água mas nunca se mexeu. 

 

Uma flor tão única, tão óbvia, de algo tão sujo nasceu,

Mas agarrou em tudo o que lhe foi dado e ali permaneceu.

À espera, sozinha, por outro raio de sol,

Ali se sentou, ali se amadureceu.

 

Tamanha beleza, surgida do nada,

Sempre teve tudo para crescer.

Mas nunca conseguiu nadar, nadar,

Até mais ninguém a poder ver.

 

Um dia, o sol não mais brilhou,

as águas não se conseguiam mover.

Flor ela, a mais bela, nadou e nadou até seu caule quebrar.

E as águas, quando voltaram a acordar,

deram a esta flor abandonada um lugar onde ficar.

 

Entre o tudo e o nada, somente vaguear,

por toda o lado e lado algum esta flor foi à procura de tudo o que queria,

Tudo o que o seu coração poderia desejar.


 

 

Love & A Good Night Kiss,

TheBassGirl-182

A High-Functioning Sociopath

For all the people that don't know,

And for those who know to much.

This is a call we just can't seem to be a part of,

It's not up to you anymore.

 

We're so aware.

The few who'd rather have another look, not a couple more words.

And tell me doesn't it kill you?

Everytime you kept the right answer to yourself?

 

Walking on egg shells, it never bothered them.

But if you know, like I do,

Every other mind is wasted with the slow shalowness of the mundane

They see empty skies where a million water droplets lay

And a million more crystals of ice

 

I'd guess we'd be better off trying to find the questions,

But isn't it pointless? To put everything you have at risk,

When the ones you care about the most are made blind by the oasis in the middle of the dry desert?

 

Still we don't stop, we can't stop.

It's the wrong fuel we seek for an engine that doesn't seem to mind.

The lables, the game of thrones...

Rather improbable, never impossible.

 

And all those faces kept staring down at everything but nothing they found.

They're not like us, you see now, would you prefer not to?

The truth is, it's always been here, in front of all shut eyes:

The mindless mind the most and the ones who mind never mattered.

 

Love & A Long Coat,

TheBassGirl-182

Runaway

Once upon a time there was a boy. Two esmerald ponds for eyes, a smile bigger than the moon and brighter than the sun, right below one of those infinite constellations of tiny red freckles...

A missed connection, some people would say, but I waited and waited and tried to wait some more, but the world kept moving and I moved along - blue crystals of ice, dark forests of chocolate, but nothing could match his infiinite gaze. 

Who needed his light more than this lost girl? Who could match those long stares? Did she put out the fire of his head? 

Oh, but no other girl could ever see and truly understand. The ships rowing through this boy's eyes are what keep me up at night, filled with dreams of what could've been. I'll keep writing endless lines of hope and desperation, and won't stop looking for that grin in all faces at daylight.

Because there's no one, not ever, not really, that could make me feel the way that pretty boy did.

 

Love & Suspenders,
TheBassGirl-182

Hopeless Wanderer

Na semana passada, enquanto passeava pelo Tumblr, vi alguém a falar do novo videoclip dos Mumford & Sons e, my god, ainda não consegui parar de rir. Para além da qualidade da música a que a banda já nos acustomou, desta vez trouxeram um elemento surpresa: o humor.

Vejam (e ouçam) por vocês mesmos...

 

Love & Mad Men,
TheBassGirl-182

The Pearl Of My Summer Jams

Enquanto revia o filme 50/50 pela 3ª vez, os créditos começaram a rolar ao som de uma música que me esqueci que conhecia e que agora não me sai da cabeça. Como sempre, venho partilhá-la na blogosfera e talvez alguém tamém se lembre dela...

 

Love & Bad Puns,
TheBassGirl-182

What's going on?

 As férias já não estão propriamente no início e é difícil não pensar no novo ano letivo, o último, se tudo correr bem. Mas não, não me estou a passar, pelo menos até agora. Mas é estranho como a vida dá estas voltas... Pensei que ia para uma turma nova onde apenas um par de caras me seriam familiares mas afinal de contas não me vou afastar dos meus antigos colegas assim tão cedo. Tive um certo pressentimento, para ser sincera, mas hey!, se aconteceu foi por algum motivo, a grande mudança não tinha de acontecer agora.

Mas o verão está a ser interessante. Para ser honesta, não tenho ido muito à praia, acho que tenho demasiadas coisas aqui em que quero trabalhar, mas sair de casa tenho saído imensas vezes, mesmo que não seja para ir visitar o meu belo vizinho oceano. Pensei que ia trabalhar estas férias mas não tive essa oportunidade, então o melhor mesmo é aproveitar para dar vida aos 146989 biliões de ideias que andam a circular no meu cortéx frontal e desejar a todos que aproveitem também este tempinho livre.

 

Love, Bow Ties & Fezzes,
TheBassGirl-182

Memories

Those memories we left in the late afternoon rain...I forgave you, but you couldn’t do the same. A black hole so painful to watch, I had to run. So, down the muddy trail I escaped, I kept on going until my tears dried up and my shades fell into the darkness. You disappeared and I never looked behind my trembling silhuette. For, like a time vortex, I couldn’t cross the barrier between our colors and go back.

I tried to find a brighter light inside an even darker future. I only hoped to find myself.

 

(inspired by: beautiful photographs of Lake District & Norfolk, England, like the one above;  this song and this GIF)

 

Love & A High Functioning Sociopath,

TheBassGirl-182

 

Eyes Wide Open Again

I once stoped to rest my eyes. It felt like drowning in emptiness, just lying there and waiting for something I didn't know. There was a sense of nothingness in my mind, like time had to stand still, waiting for me to come back. But I wasn't ready for the light to cross my eyes, and everything outside just seemed too much of something, of everything. Facing it felt too out of place for someone who had been sleeping for so long. But this dark cave, it was confortable, it was safe, all my demons were there to embrace me, to protect me from the sun. It was strange, how accustomed I got to it in a few hours, but it was home to me. It was so dark, like the moon had frozen and the night was no longer temporary. If I could be quiet the day wouldn't have to come by and the clock couldn't really make me stand. Oh, but how sad was that little broken cave. So warm, so still for now and forever. And the world, and the people, and the sadness and the magnificence. You could lose and you could win, one at a time or all at once. The risks were frightning, and the excitment could make up for it. But waking up again, one more time, and living... how difficult. 

Still we rise, no matter how long it takes, how numb our lives feel and how hard it is to shake everything off. A planet so tired and restless, so many paths and none at all... how could we resist and look away without one last peek? 

Love & Sonic Screwdrivers,
TheBassGirl-182