april 13 i guess sometimes the motivation to start writing is a beautiful new journal bought from a little shop in óbidos, portugal it has been a few days since i have written i have so much to say, so much has happened this sometimes discourages me because i want to properly relay the experiences but what i write cannot be planned or plotted so i will let it stream out of me i am in italy it is now friday and i arrived on monday i have been living entirely where my feet are

i am sitting down to write about my adventures to lisbon this weekend it’s monday late morning now and my body is sore from walking the endless hills that make up the streets of lisbon ive spent all morning laying around and reading dismissing any guilt that arose from this all of thus said walking, is far more than i have been used saturday was like 24,000 + steps which may have been something quite simple in the past, but is new since feeling better lets just say i haven't

{i wrote this very shortly after watching wuthering heights while the emotions were still raw. i withdrew from posting because i felt like i had some thoughts to complete about this first. i was trying to understand my own perception of the desire of wanting to feel, even if that feeling is painful. i am revisiting this writing and it still rings true.} i watched wuthering heights twice when it came out i left the theatre a complete disaster both times, as many of us did i re