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I WILL BLOOM AGAIN

am I back?

então eu decidi rever meus textos, todos meus anseios, minhas palavras carcomidas antes lapidadas, muitas bem contornadas. não passo um verniz, mas as exponho como um museu de mim... para mim. talvez para alguém, sabe-se lá quem passa por aqui.

sou um filtro e todos meus textos antes de voltarem para cá vão ser filtrados por mim. me reencontrar, me navegar e passear por mim. me entender, reconhecer e abraçar.

apagar o que já não faz parte de mim, mas compreender o que um dia já foi. estar aqui para ser, para permitir ter sido e para algum dia, as que admiro, me permitir ser de novo.

#memória #oceanude #bfmc #memoria

tanjavanja

put me in ur pocket

poesiaemser

existe um planeta perdido na dobra do teu sorriso.

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Armand Agresti

raenuet

dame-de-pique

David Gill

Great Comet of 1882

blushpink

demiiwhiffin

later on // kate nash

heart-fools

At some point growing stopped being painful and started to become interesting. I’m so curious about the girl punching her way out of me: dirt under her fingernails, lightning in her eyes. St. Jude has never been called upon to save her. She looks like she has smashed into starlight and I am probably in love with her. I have always avoided knowledge of myself, documentation of my growth. I am not accomplished at looking back over myself like a sprawling landscape. There are certain things that I am aware I must have lived through but I don’t remember the emergence of this girl. I couldn’t tell you what circumstances shaped her. Maybe none. Maybe she was just biding her time, like people so often do. I never know what she is going to do next; the hair she will cut off without a moment’s thought, the notes she will leave behind in coffee shops wishing the barista a lovely day. She wants to read everything, know the story of how her parents fell in love, follow the lines of her blood back to the other side of the continent. She holds certain convictions firmly in her hand, like religion: you must always have a fresh bunch of flowers in your bedroom, you must allow yourself to outgrow and depart from certain eras of your life with a gentle sort of ruthlessness, you must learn to recognise important poetry. I follow her rules. I find that I like them. This girl of the earth, with her knowledge of full moons and fists full of survival stories, is going to change everything. ‘Don’t go,’ I tell her. ‘I will follow you anywhere.’

Girl of The Earth. (via heart-fools)