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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.

reminiscing

antarctic child em 08.05.17
Reminiscing about the prom I never had, the one I'd imagined differently. I thought the room would be dimly lit, in a soft shade of blue. And there would've been a bowl of red punch just like in (...)

False nostalgia

antarctic child em 04.05.17
I live part of my life in the past, feeling nostalgia for the days I wasn't yet alive for; immersing myself in the culture I was never a part of.   I buy old clothes and beat-up books and let (...)

Instantes noturnos

antarctic child em 30.04.17
Fúria e dor e suor frio. Não consigo evitar tremer de estômago vazio e sem vontade de o tentar encher.   Levanto-me para percorrer o meu quarto desarrumado com um leve cheiro a incenso (...)

everything was reckless

antarctic child em 11.04.17
woke up from a nightmare. still trying to catch my breath.   it felt like reality, only messier. made me feel alive, only scarier.   everything was reckless, all my friends were careless. the (...)

aimless

antarctic child em 20.03.17
my head is spinning out of control. and I'm so dizzy I can't find home.   I can't seem to see  what's right in front of me.   so I walk through the night, aimlessly trying to reach something (...)

a casa do poeta

antarctic child em 18.03.17
os objetos por arrumar; o pó que nunca foi limpo.   as horas de sono e de trabalho fundidas; as cortinas permanentemente fechadas.   os guardanapos e bocados de papel rasgado amontoados num canto; as histórias inacabadas.

Bigger

antarctic child em 15.03.17
I started out so young; my dreams were so big and they kept getting bigger. but everything's so scary  now that I am grown.   what the hell did I become? I used to be so fearless. maybe I (...)

I'm still here

antarctic child em 07.03.17
that day I've been dreading - it's getting too damn close. and I can already feel myself stepping aside, in my mind.   I try to remember to breathe, in and out and out and in.   I've (...)