FEISTY MIND

Not only from books can a woman live; this is the intersection of my multiple layers.

  • Out of the confort zone

    I hate it with all my being — the waiting, the buildup, the excruciating preparation. The more space I give it in my head, the bigger and uglier it becomes. So I try to downplay it. I tell myself it’s not a big thing, that it’s fine. But then the anxiety settles in anyway, staying…

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  • There’s no title

    Maybe, just maybe, I need to let the words out.But words shouldn’t be released.Words should stay inside, for the sake of everyone else. I could scream.I could let everything spill out from my clogged pores.But then again… adulthood.My most detested hood, without a doubt. Being an adult means knowing the consequences, and worse, caring about…

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  • Premonitions

    I would not call it exactly a premonition, but sometimes I know, somewhere in my gut, that certain things are going to happen. I knew the day my mother tried to kill herself. I was at the bottom of the stairs, all dressed up to have my birthday lunch with my father, and when she…

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  • Soulful lines

    There’s nothing more life-consuming than an idea when you only have one.It’s scary, really, the time you spend thinking about the same thing over and over again until there’s nothing else.

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  • Soulful lines

    Nothing can crush your soul faster than an eight-hour corporate strategy meeting.

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  • Magical Echoes

    You don’t own me: I’m not just one of your many toysYou don’t own me: Don’t say I can’t go with other boys And don’t tell me what to doDon’t tell me what to sayAnd please, when I go out with youDon’t put me on display ’cause You don’t own me: Don’t try to change…

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  • Magical Echoes

    Yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive. Iris – Goo Goo Dolls ‧ 1998

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  • New beginnings

    This space started in 2016 with my desperate need to write in English. You see, my mother tongue is Portuguese. However, 10 years ago, I left sunny Lisbon and filled my days with Amsterdam clouds. Not daring to learn proper Dutch, my days are filled with English. I breathe and live in this language that,…

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