Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!! Bet you thought I'd fail you! (And I did for one week, please don't hurt me) How are you my favorite moon child?  (First and foremost I deeply apologize for now displaying ads, but one has to make a living and if I can fo that writing, damn yeah I will!) What say you to my new logo and brand image? Leave a comment if you likey! It's been one year since I last updated and while in confinement, I still didn't manage to bring my ass to write. Mostly because I was taking a course the government provides, like I mentioned in my previous post. But I'm back and I'll ramble a lot.  So, I got into this course because I really wanted marketing and since it was a discipline on the list, I hopped in. Needless to say, I learnt jack squat about it. The teacher kept accusing me of plagiarism even tho things came out of my brain 🧠. That wasn't fun. Fast forward to my internship in this wine company (lol, I know!! I can already hear you whining "an ...

More than one year since I've last updated this blog, here you find me again. The sad thing is, I've thought about writing for so long, yet I haven't found myself time to do so, or even post the drafts I've written in the past (7 of them never seen the light of day). Truth is, I love writing. It's one of my passions. But as everything, we need to have inspiration to do so. There are so many things I want to talk about, I write the post in my head and then nothing ends up here because, who knows. I'm a person of habits, but to integrate a new task to your already full routine is hard. Recently, after almost two years, I've started exercising. The panoramic and being jobless really took a toll on my physical health. Surely by now, if you've followed this blog for a while or know me (because the only ones that read this blog are really just my friends that read it because they're nice, let's be honest) I've moved in with my boyfriend (theme of m...

Well hello my moon children 🌙 I am writing to you from the great beyond. It's been almost a year since I last updated this blog, but honestly in the mean time, so many things happened I don't even know where to start. I'm not even sure if this blog has readers or not. Well, I know that at least a stalker reader I do have. *wink wink* I know you're reading this. So, that brings me to today's topic: Jealous ex-girlfriends. Or jealous girlfriends in general. I remember a time when I used to feel a little jealous that my girl friends had boyfriends and some girl was dating the boy I wanted, them being pre-school sweethearts and that being AGES ago. Reminiscing and self-evaluating myself, can recognize now that I can no longer feel jealousy, since I don't want what others have. But that's just me. A person that is content with life has offered her. Jealousy is a very serious subject and I believe I've spoken to it in the past on another blog p...

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...