It's been over a month since I last posted that rage-full post. Truth is, in case you still had doubts, I am a terrible blogger. Or am I still considered a blogger? Nah. Even when I was a kid, the thing people offered me the most were diaries, which later converted to the trash bin religion, or ended up being scribbled by my younger sister. This past month I started working (full-time) on that alcohol factory that I mentioned on the previous post. Truth to be told, I was very eager because everybody spoke wonders of it and honestly, the boss is one of the best chiefs I've ever came across. But I didn't adapt too well at that job; It's mindless, mechanical 9 to 6 work. I hated ever single day. Now you might say: you're being picky. Yes, I am. I've came to the conclusion that for one, two months, or even for a year, it's not worth doing something you hate, either it be working for a day at a hotel, or a month at a factory, there's plenty of other wo

I swear this blog hasn't been neglected. *inserts angel emoji here* "I'm going under, drowning in you, I'm falling forever, I've got to break through. So go on and scream, Scream at me, I'm so far away, I won't be broken again." So much so has been going on and I planned this post to be something about lost souls since my baby has a new single, but instead I'm gonna rant about the hypocrisy around the Straight Edge and Non-Edge people. First of all what's Straight Edge: "Straight edge is a subculture originated from hardcore punk whose adherents refrain from using alcohol, tobacco and other recreational drugs. For some, this extends to refraining from engaging in promiscuous sex, following a vegetarian or vegan diet or not using caffeine or prescription drugs. The term straight edge was adopted from the 1981 song "Straight Edge" by the hardcore punk band Minor Threat." It's a pretty simple concept. Liv

Figured I wouldn't remove the credit, even if it's ugly AF. Hello dearest moon children. Yesterday there was a raging thunderstorm that started out of the blue and all I can smell is Petrichor now. I'm currently in dying need of go sit outside just to enjoy while it lasts. I'm so in love with it. Kinda reminds me of the old days when my parents were still living in Portugal and I got to school, the sky was dark it had been raining forever. It provides such a pleasant, zenful state of mind. Now and luckily far from that era, life seems a little bit more complicated. Or perhaps it isn't and we tend to complicate everything; words can be misplaced, humans don't generally know how to interpret others. They assume what they think it's right on their head. It's important to clarify subjects, always. How funny is this, personally I don't believe in horoscopes, but I read them because sometimes it offers insightful advice, such as the one for

"Falling for you is my biggest regret, The harder I love you, the sicker I get, When I scream from the top of my lungs: Do you love me? Do you love me?"*** When you're perfectly quiet and someone comes to shake up that inner peace. They make you believe they're a bit of your soul embodied in another living being; They sneak inside your own bit of soul and sometimes you realize and try to fight it. We've got our own demons, what makes people think we need theirs? It makes you confused, because that peace is too good. You want them to be there but at the same time you don't. You're used to be alone with your thoughts, believe love doesn't exist because some random person you'd die for broke your heart. But still against your better judgment and your heart saying 'yes' but your head saying 'no', you allow them into the circle you call heart. Sometimes you don't realize they're sneaking in and only notice when it

How is you, my lovelies? It's the Spring Equinox today and this is pretty much me: I have a post planned but decided to do a little marketing on social platforms first, since it'll need massive impact, so that people can actually participate in it. Motivated by the will to sound a little less uncultured, I've dived onto youtube and because of friend's suggestions (let me make a parenthesis here - friend who said "I don't listen to much. What do you like?" so I proudly showed him AFI, to which he replied with his actual repertoire of music. This is an accurate gif of how I feel near him: ) Now the platform is showing me new stuff and what's more interesting is, I'm actually listening. Never really been a fan of listening to *new* music, as I've been too much stuck on the old things I listened. Bands constantly followed me on twitter (it's my main network) asking me to check them out. I never really did, unfortunately. But I guess

Here's what I'm listening to as I write this post and it feels kinda fitting. "You were the love of my life, the darkness, the light. This is a portrait of a tortured you and I. Is this the, is this the, is this the end? I'll wrap my hands around your neck so tight with love, love, love." Life is one ironic piece of shit. One day you lament yourself or talk about something like breaking teeth, the next day you actually break it. One day you post a quote; With a gif saying something like 'no motivation' [for that inspirational quote] and the gif vanishes, leaving you just with the said inspirational quote, making others perceive you're extra motivated. Only no. Missing the first 5 seasons of SPN, tho. The irony I bring you today is; when you're a kid with divorced parents and have absolutely no troubles with them finding someone else to love, you end up with a [kid] family member that controls you to that extent.  So today&#

Do you guys know that feeling of 'this feels right', you are actually feeling it with your heart and mind, but your brain keeps telling you to be careful and not go so fast? Second guessing is okay, although not everyone can feel it. It's like you're entering a new place.  You feel comfortable, but can't shake off that feeling of 'new' and 'unknown'. Same thing happens with people. We take a while to adjust to them and we take a while to adjust the fact they're gone. The thing I honestly love the most is studying Society and the way humans react to other humans. I've seen things that utterly shocked me, from flamboyant pieces of shit that have no shame on their faces come and hit on you, to co-workers that simply crucify other co worker's for doing things their way. From family and friends to drag you on the mud by the neck for not drinking or going to parties like other kids do. This makes me sick. I guess this is what you get f

Death almost never brings anyone together. Parents who lose their kids, family that loses a member, friends that lose friends.  This conclusion came to me a while ago when we, in a group of tightnit 3 Best friends lost one of us. The Best Friend that remained drifted away from me, at first it was my fault, since she was the only one that attended to the funeral. Then, probably not a year after, just simply because.  That was just four years after losing another person, which is a more of a complicated story. Oh no, self-pitying much? Nah. I've somehow managed to move on. However, sometimes I wonder what happened to her. We've been through a lot, after all. But then I simply don't care about people that don't even bother talking to me. Okay, that's probably a lie. Ps, don't google self-pity unless you want a bunch of bigots giving you unsolicited inspirational quotes. Update: omg it's actually fucking toxic, don't do it. Were it so, I

Hello my moon children.🌙 How have you all been lately? Not missing me much, I see. (Why do all my posts start like this?) Anyway, let me start by saying that I don't like 21 Pilots. I really don't. They annoy the shit out of me, for the sake that their music isn't defined. Same thing happens with Imagine Dragons. So when someone asks "do you like [something]", I always don't know what to answer because I kinda do but kinda don't. There are songs that YES. I like them. There are others that simply make no sense but I love listening to it anyway. An example is - recently, someone suggested that I listened to Five Finger Death Punch. And what he hell did they do, I really liked the song. Yesterday, another someone suggested that I'd listen Three Days Grace. I fucking liked it. My best friends have been fans of these bands for years and always told me - take a listen. I always refused because "it was mainstream". But it was only am

It's 80's time on VH1 Classic and I find myself here, writing at "The Whole of The Moon" by Waterboys and I realize I've known all of these songs from the heart, but had no idea about the band's appearance. Unlike now a days, no one cared about it. This is the time I recall my mother listening all these songs on the car radio and singing along - something she doesn't do today anymore, since she's also moved on from the 80's, just like everyone else, much to my dismay. And the video clips were plain stupid, which makes it even better. Also realized that, it was probably 98 or 99 and almost 20 years since the songs were released yet, they still played on constant repeat on the radio. Now we have dedicated radios to the 80's, which plays everything but the 80's. - The world is in desperate need of a good punk-rock brand new band to spring up the scene back into the spotlight. It's not just the established bands that count. Everyone

I'm currently sitting at my sister's desk, thinking about what to write as my first come-back post from a long hiatus, due to family coming from abroad season. But all I can hear is Panic! At the Disco's 'High Hopes' on the TV and it's honestly condemning my concentration. I still can't stand P!ATD, no matter what they do. So sad. Reminds me of that 10 year's challenge doing on the internet right now. Totally not sorry for my first crappy meme. I just discovered MTV Rocks still exists and it makes me kinda happy. Even if at least 20% of what's on it IT'S NOT ROCK (Eyeing you, George Ezra, eugh). And it gets so repetitive that by now I know songs that aren't my type, simply because one memorizes something even if they absolutely don't want. Yeah I mean, men don't wear guyliner anymore, I'm cool with it. But does it mean they have to be so ugly? Oops, my standards are just high, I guess. Scene is not cool anymor