Being Silent

"One of the risks of being quiet is that other people can fill your silence with their own interpretation: You’re bored. You’re depressed. You’re shy. You’re stuck up. You’re judgmental. When others can’t read us, they write their own story — not always one we choose or that’s true to who we are."

His definition of paradise :)

in Wonderland...

Reading

"Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author’s words reverberating in your head."

Paul Auster, The Brooklyn Follies

"There is always something peaceful and calming about the beach. The way it allows you to take in its beauty. It’s like the ocean knows all your deepest, darkest secrets and thoughts. It doesn’t judge you; instead, at that very moment all the pain and sadness you feel just drifts away along with the waves."

 E.L. Montes, Disastrous

Ironia

... é deixar algo para trás por não ser como queremos. Depois qualquer alternativa que se pareça remotamente com o que queríamos, queremos que fosse assim espetacular e tal, mas com o que era antes. Brutal. Não sei se os humanos são estúpidos, impossíveis de satisfazer, presos, ou tudo isto junto.

for women who are ‘difficult’ to love

you are a horse running alone

and he tries to tame you

compares you to an impossible highway

to a burning house

says you are blinding him

that he could never leave you

forget you

want anything but you

you dizzy him, you are unbearable

every woman before or after you

is doused in your name

you fill his mouth

his teeth ache with memory of taste

his body just a long shadow seeking yours

but you are always too intense

frightening in the way you want him

unashamed and sacrificial

he tells you that no man can live up to the one who

lives in your head

and you tried to change didn’t you?

closed your mouth more

tried to be softer

prettier

less volatile, less awake

but even when sleeping you could feel

him travelling away from you in his dreams

so what did you want to do love

split his head open?

you can’t make homes out of human beings

someone should have already told you that

and if he wants to leave

then let him leave

you are terrifying

and strange and beautiful

something not everyone knows how to love.

 Warsan Shire, “for women who are ‘difficult’ to love”

Cicatrizes

"Eu quero deixar uma marca. Mas (...) em demasiados casos, as marcas que os humanos deixam são cicatrizes."

so... this is it...

This is how it feels, being insecure. 

Pergunto-me ultimamente por que raio mantenho este blog.

PS. Não sei se ria, não sei se chore.

Interrogações

Matam-me a cabeça... e o resto...

Foooooooooood...

Eu ando inegável, irreversível e dolorosamente obcecada com comida.
Yup.

Férias Relâmpago - YAY!

Eu ainda nem acredito... but here I go :)

Oh well... whatever.

Ainda só passou um mês desde que me deu esta "epifania" e por um qualquer motivo inexplicável já não me parece que vá ser assim...

Comfortable Luxury

Adventure vs Routine

Muito a Sério

Gosto de pensar que este vai ser O Ano. Uma espécie de viragem. Um caminho sério, e novo. Ou pelo menos, uma forma nova de seguir o caminho actual.

Siga :)

Also played a part...

It may have played a part in all of this...

When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When (…) we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners (…) until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfilment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship (…).

6

In twenty years from now

I don’t want to be just another name

In twenty years from now

I still want to be in your life

In twenty years from now

I want someone to stop you on the street

Ask you how you’re doing

And bring up my name

In twenty years from now

I don’t want your answer to be

“I haven’t seen her in ages”

In twenty years from now

I hope you say

“She’s waiting for me at home”

To me, it is still 6...