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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.

"Get inked or die naked"

antarctic child em 21.06.17
Mais um turbilhão de memórias e sentimentos imortalizados na minha pele. Mais uma imagem que carregarei comigo até ao dia em que tudo o que eu sou, tudo o que eu fui, se desfazer na terra. E (...)

Master of none.

antarctic child em 14.11.15
I don't know where to begin. Life has thrown a bunch of different things at me; I've delt with it, but now I don't know where I'm headed. I know what I want; I have an idea of what to do to get (...)

an honest and unedited rant

antarctic child em 15.03.15
Sometimes I think I’ll always be fucked-up, you, know in the head; like all the shit that happened to me started a lifelong war. I can never get away from it, not really. I struggle everyday (...)

Pale Blue Dot

antarctic child em 03.03.15
Great people dying; Non-conformers being prosecuted. Wars started and restarted; governments failing.   It feels like a  great big Orwellian  anectdote:   The spying, the end of true privacy. T (...)

voices

antarctic child em 21.02.15
Sadness corrupts me; just like the emptiness dissociates me from everything else. It turns me into a vessel with nothing within. It makes me want to do strange things like lighting up a stolen (...)

dressed in all black

antarctic child em 02.02.15
Opinions, side-eyed looks and the shitty atitude that goes with it all... It pisses me off when you keep talking like I don't know any better. And by saying that you're just concerned... it (...)

6 am poet

antarctic child em 16.10.14
and with those painful words, she made me finally understand that no one truly knows me at all. the person whose heart I kept closest to mine unknowingly sharpened the knife that I put through (...)