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

i look at myself in the same mirror i did here in portugal a year ago and it feels like i am in a completely different body than i was then this makes my skin itch my natural instinct is to think: how do i fix this? what do i do? i guess this voice still lives somewhere within me i write this blog with you knowing that this topic may be just as sensitive to you as it is to me but nothing. i do nothing. i let the urge come and then i let it go. i stand here, i let it be uncomf