Mãos Incertas

em síntese, eu sou tudo.

[lunamonchtuna]

— Sylvia Plath, quoting an acquaintance in ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’

[monferdini]

o conto do sono

quando me deito, antes mesmo dos piores pensamentos se instaurarem feito doença em mim, meu corpo pensa em um oceano. um oceano profundo, desconhecido e gelado. claramente, algo que contrasta com o calor do meu corpo, causando arrepios do cabelo aos pelos mais escondidos.

quanto tempo eu consigo ficar de olhos abertos até que as ondas me acertem? penso no que não foi conversado, no que deixei de fazer, de falar, de ser, de viver, de comer, de correr atrás... penso, constantemente, no "que não".

até quando eu esquecer tudo? até quando a paz ao fechar os olhos e me permitir, como criança que brinca no quintal da vó, sonhar com um céu lindo e estrelado me consumindo aos poucos? até tão pouco, que eu me torne pó. por que não?

[monferdini]

“We fucked till we had enough.

You made phone calls and I threw up.

And I made a mess of waking up.

Tripped on bed sheets and you made a fuss.

And I woke to find your tired arms,

wrapped around me as you raised alarms.

And love, make it easy on me.

I've just enough to fall asleep.

And love, take it easy on me.

I'm older now (…)”

- Behaving, Confessional

[monferdini]

“E se eu te dissesse que eu tenho medo de ser feliz pra sempre?” - Divã

[monferdini]

Remember all the things we wanted Now all our memories, they're haunted We were always meant to say goodbye

Already Gone

[monferdini]

and the love, whatever it was, an infection.

Wanting to die, Anne Sexton

[monferdini]

I don't want to be small, small, sad, I want to be big, big, sad Woah, baby, mourn (I won't stop) I want to make a pageant of my grief Woah, baby, mourn (I won't stop crying) Cut our own bed in half and carry your side everywhere with me Woah, baby, mourn (I won't stop) Yes I do, yes I do Woah, baby, mourn (I won't stop crying) I'm not letting go yet, I'm not over it yet Woah, baby, mourn (I won't stop) I'm sure my friends are tired of me talking about you But it's a gift, it's a gift to miss you.

[nevver]

Make or break ★ @itsPeteski on instagram

[fill-my-void]

[monferdini]

[weird-arts]

[adrenaline]

by Ekaterina Pronina

[monferdini]

I am still searching not blindly, but willingly blind because I was afraid to label life a certain way. It's beautiful if you base yourself on sprectros forwards every possible cell, soul, vision, wonder.

Nothing but thieves

[monferdini]

[won-der-land89]

[d--o--r--o]

Laura Makabresku

[monferdini]

Akai ito.

[monferdini]

“When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn’t know.

"Oh, sure you know," the photographer said.

"She wants," said Jay Cee wittily, "to be everything.”

― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

[monferdini]

It cost more than you thought. You should definetely try to find your peace of mind.

Just needed the time to grow, but probably not together though.