Vivamus, moriendum est.

Passionate film lover and a bookworm at heart. Enthusiast of tea, nature and quiet moments. "In my core I have the strange impression that I don't belong to the human species." - Clarice Lispector. 

[i-was-made-for-another-planet]

My name is Helena and I live in Southern Europe, most precisely in Portugal.

My MBTI is INFJ.

My star sign is Taurus (with sun in Taurus, moon in Pisces and Gemini rising).

I'm fluent in both Portuguese and English but I'd love to learn more languages.

What I love most in the world is art, cinema, classic literature, poetry, writing, gothic architecture, video games and music. I also love to be in contact with nature.

I love all types of art but I'm a big fan of paintings and photography.

I have an unhealthy obsession with female writers, particularly Virginia Woolf, Clarice Lispector and Sylvia Plath but there are other writers I like. Fernando Pessoa, Albert Camus, Franz Kafka and Edgar Allan Poe are some examples.

I wish I knew how to write and speak Latin and Arabic, since I find those languages really beautiful.

I'm an introvert and I really enjoy the peace and solitude that comes with being alone. I'm also in a perpetual state of daydreaming.

Feel free to interact with me or ask me anything, I won't mind!

*those are mine.

[metamorphesque]

Franz Kafka and guests at the sanatorium where he stayed during December 1920 to August 1921 to treat his tuberculosis. Matlárháza/Tatranské Matliare, Matliary, High Tatra, Czechoslovakia (now Slovakia)

[divineexpression]

My love language is effort. Show me that I matter to you. In a world where everyone is stressing around & 'having no time', always running after the next thing & the next, I appreciate presence & consciously choosing to take time for what is important.

[quoteastic]

I'm not for everybody and that's how I like to be.

[heartdesiresss]

It’s like whenever I feel something deeply, it reaches every part of me, and I always feel deeply.

[indiaknox-deactivated20251025]

A lot of people don’t have their own personality or ideas. Just a mix of whatever’s trending, whatever their favorite influencer says, and whatever gets the most likes. No depth, no critical thinking—just an echo of the internet.

[poohishere]

I’m naturally a distant person and a loner. Love my space and quiet time.

[lovingsylvia]

Sylvia Plath reads her poem A Secret, written 10 October 1962

A secret! A secret! How superior. You are blue and huge, a traffic policeman, Holding up one palm— A difference between us? I have one eye, you have two. The secret is stamped on you, Faint, undulant watermark. Will it show in the black detector? Will it come out Wavery, indelible, true Through the African giraffe in its Edeny greenery, The Moroccan hippopotamus? They stare from a square, stiff frill. They are for export, One a fool, the other a fool. A secret… An extra amber Brandy finger Roosting and cooing ‘You, you’ Behind two eyes in which nothing is reflected but monkeys. A knife that can be taken out To pare nails, To lever the dirt. 'It won’t hurt.’ An illegitimate baby— That big blue head— How it breathes in the bureau drawer! 'Is that lingerie, pet? 'It smells of salt cod, you had better Stab a few cloves in an apple, Make a sachet or Do away with the bastard. 'Do away with it altogether.’ 'No, no, it is happy there.’ 'But it wants to get out! Look, look! It is wanting to crawl.’ My god, there goes the stopper! The cars in the Place de la Concorde— Watch out! A stampede, a stampede! Horns twirling and jungle gutturals! An exploded bottle of stout, Slack foam in the lap. You stumble out, Dwarf baby, The knife in your back. 'I feel weak.’ The secret is out.

[petaltexturedskies]

When Dostoevsky said, "Pain changes you, but it teaches. That is its mercy." but Kafka said, "Pain changes nothing. It just repeats itself until you forget who you were before it started."

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

It's wonderful how, with no warning and without even trying, we will randomly stumble across new favorite songs, new favorite artists, new favorite books, new favorite movies, new favorite games, new favorite shows, new favorite snacks, new passions, new hobbies, new interests, new favorite blogs and new favorite people. So when things are terrible, hold onto the fact that someday, possibly when you least expect it, you'll suddenly come across something wonderful!

[petaltexturedskies]

The story of my life doesn’t exist. Does not exist. There’s never any center to it. No path, no line. There are great spaces where you pretend there used to be someone, but it’s not true, there was no one.

Marguerite Duras, The Lover

[petaltexturedskies]

She never said a word about the things that really upset her, because they weren't fit to be put into any words at all.

Ingeborg Bachmann, from "Eyes to Wonder" in Three Paths To The Lake

[evokesart]

Edvard Munch (1863 – 1944)

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Alex Venezia (1993-) "Melancholia"

[deviika]

Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon

[prophetic-memory]

Jorge Luis Borges, "Susana Bombal"

[derinscamera]

Sylvia Plath | Lock of hair, at age 2 ½