When I was a little girl, I remember trying hard to be good at things. I used to sit down as soon as I got home from school and did all my homework, I tried my best at all the art projects, denying any help because I wanted to try and make it myself the best I could, I played sports even if...
Whenever life goes sucky and I feel blue, I run away. There are four reasons why I do this and they're pretty darn simple: 1 - I need to get out of the place that reminds me of what's upsetting me; 2 - I need to surround myself with people who are always positive towards me and who I love most; 3 -...
I have no idea what you mean by "this is such a late post"... I have not been procrastinating, what are you saying? I totally finished this last night... ok, last week... ok, fine, never mind, it's been a couple of months already... I'm sorry okay. Life happens. You get carried away. The point is, it's here. It's happening. I'm reviewing my next...
This is a very tardy post. I've had this thought out in my brain for months now and had found no time to put it in practice. Maybe that was a good thing though. After all, when you are terribly sad and lost, there is a certain amount of comfort that comes from thinking of past times with loved ones in amazing places....
The Absolutist by John Boyne to the left and The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett to the right During the stream of "Top 5" posts I made at the end of last year, I made one dedicated to the 5 books I wanted to read in 2014. Although it took me quite a while to get started on that list (it is...
One important note: I am Brazilian. Football (take your soccer out of here, USA) may have been invented in England, but it's Brazil who holds it dearest. We and most of the world consider us the "Football Nation" and there's a reason for it. Trust me. We don't take our soccer lightly. I mean, there's always a game going on every week and...
She sat on her windowsill, starring blankly at the street, seeing nothing. Her heart pounding. Her hands sweating. Her head spinning. Inside her was doubt. She could feel a cry build up. There was love still. But there was distance. There was the act of time and growing up. But mostly, there was love. The door opened. He came in, stood on the...
I am a rubbish blogger. Life crawls and and haunts me and I let it go. I am not disciplined enough for this. But I was once ok at it. I used to write weekly. Poems, short stories, letters I never sent. Sentiment. Until I stopped. I regret that. Writing used to give me a way out, a peace of mind, a relief....
And so it's March and this blogpost is a month late. But since it's been brewing in my head for the last 40 days or so, I'm making it anyway. I mean, it's my blog anyway, you're not the boss of me! This New Year I made zero resolutions. I probably should have because maybe that would have given me a bit more...
I can't say much about this other than it made me smile and cry. Please take a listen to it. It's touching and true. Please pay attention to the poem at the end. You have a beautiful body. We all have beautiful bodies. ...
I am one of those lost 20 year olds who got into college hoping they would find themselves only to realize that's not what's going to happen. I had no clue what to do with my life last year of high school. I had an ending relationship with a best friend, a grandmother in and out of the hospital and a sick older...
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Friendship is a funny ship we all need in life. Over the years, like most people, what I want out of life has changed. As you grow up, you learn that a pony isn't really that great of an idea, opening a bar with your friends is just as much work as any other work (bonus points if...
I have no clue why but I thought this would be fun to do. I use a macbook and my most used websites show up on the grid whenever I open a new tab on Safari. I've noticed recently that my most used websites have suffered quite a change over the years and thought it would be fun to keep some sort of...
You know all those multiple times when we stare at our phones every 5 minutes waiting for something, anything even though we know absolutely nothing will happen? Why the hell do we do that? Or when we carry them around as if it were another organ, only it's outside our body instead of hidden inside? Why do we act as if that person...
