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.
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.
I went from being guilty and hating myself, to being indifferent and hating you. I can't stand the thought of you anymore, it enrages me to my core. But I'm still anxious everytime you (...)
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 (...)
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 (...)
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 (...)
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 (...)
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 (...)
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.
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 (...)
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 (...)