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I’m watching life in stop motion, I don’t know what it means though. Not everything needs carving to its bare meaning, but life and words plead at me to be dissected. I tried not to give in and failed. Something changed or broke, maybe derailed, when I got here, but something tells me it wasContinuar lendo “oct. 12th”

I’ve got a lot of questions, but I never ask any of them. I couldn’t tell you if you asked me why I read tarot for other people but never for myself, though I pretend to have the answer, hiding beneath my tongue, just between me and myself, but there’s nothing there. I’ve been wonderingContinuar lendo “little old self-fulfilling prophecy me”

When I was 13 years old, John Green’s books were very popular. So much so that it was notable how hard girls were trying to be Alaska Young. I remember feeling uneasy watching them perform, I wasn’t judgmental, but I was scared for them, I guess. I hated her. I hated Alaska Young. I despisedContinuar lendo “definitely surprising and not at all predictable”

Você me pergunta o que aconteceu e eu me pergunto se as coisas de fato acontecem. O acontecer rapidamente se torna memória, minha memória voltou recentemente e, com isso, muitas coisas acontecem. Me pergunto se saí do lugar. Questiono tudo, tudo que é meu e tudo o que me acontece. Provavelmente saí do lugar muitasContinuar lendo “o que acontece é que…”

I have all these tightly gripped feelings. I want to move, and I keep trying and failing, there’s this thick kind of glue, it’s black and it’s sticking to me. I’m all lost stares and gritted teeth. I’m going to try and make this easier on myself, easier to move, easier to flow, easier toContinuar lendo “sidewalk cracks”

I think I’ve been lying to myselftelling myselfI’m getting somewherewell, Iwoke up drenched in sweat againmy heart beating out of my chestfor things I truly thoughtI was better than all the things that were supposed to make me happyare just waitingfor me to begin crumblingupon the weight of them oh, to look at a beautifulContinuar lendo “fuel for my pyre”

na imensidão de porquês para os quais nunca encontrei resposta alguma, me pergunto por que continuo as procurando nos lugares errados. não sei se a falta é minha ou se é sua, mas sei ou finjo saber que nunca encontrarei resposta para uma pergunta que é minha numa imensidão que é sua. era a criançaContinuar lendo “os lugares errados”

Tenho trezentas coisas para fazer, redações para escrever, e um vestibular amanhã, mas acho que preciso escrever isso aqui antes. Estou com uma dor de garganta que não passa e essa não é a única coisa que não passa. Daria tudo para não estar na posição que estou. Daria tudo para estar seguindo em frente,Continuar lendo “relato de um sábado a tarde”

My dear, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry you had to grow up so early. I’m so sorry you’ve been fighting for so long. And I’m so sorry that you felt so incredibly lost, so early, that you had to find yourself at 19 just to survive. Because this is the thing no one says.Continuar lendo “just another confession”

It’s been a while and I don’t really know how I’m supposed to feel right now so here I am. I don’t know how I feel or what I should do, I guess I’m a bit cloudy, and I bet you felt it. I guess the truth of it all is that today was amazing.Continuar lendo “this cloudy view”