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There is a waiting. One that exasperates us or tears us apart. I exist in a mad desire to rip the hands off time and break open the windows of this insane longing for you. Whoever said that longing doesn’t cause physical pain has surely never known the true absence of someone. Waiting is like the heart... silent, entering little by little, on tiptoe, so as not to wake the emptiness that was left behind. As the night embraces the moon, I waited for your embrace. And yes, it is

Nine years ago today, you made me a mother again… and not just any kind of mother. A boy mama. And what a journey it’s been… one filled with wild energy, boundless curiosity, deep emotions and a love so fierce it takes my breath away. You look so much like me and yet you’ve taught me more about myself than I ever could’ve imagined. You move through this world with intensity, with fire in your eyes and joy in your soul. You feel everything (and I mean everything) with your who

Who am I? I am contained fury. I am a storm on the verge of breaking. I am the scream no one wants to hear because it is too honest, too dirty, too real. And tonight…tonight I will bleed. I will tear off this skin that no longer serves me. I will face the fucking door I’ve kept locked for far too long. Because behind it is the truth I avoid: I am no longer who I pretended to be. I’m tired. Tired of pretending I accept. Tired of smiling while I die slowly. Because I was not ma

Dear me, Yes, you ended it. And still, inside you there is nothing but a crushing emptiness, a suffocating weight dragging you down with every breath. There is no hope here. No warmth. No light. Only this cold, relentless pain that refuses to loosen its grip. It pulls you back again and again to what you lost and to everything you will never have. You don’t want to look beyond it. You can’t. The silence is brutal, and it is consuming you from the inside out. The Tower fell. N

I always struggled to meet people who could truly meet me... not just my body, not just my time but my mind. Conversations often felt shallow, predictable, safe. I learned how to exist in that space, how to accept less than what I secretly longed for. And then you appeared. Out of nowhere. No warning. No grand entrance. Just your presence, quiet, steady and suddenly I was awake. You challenged me without force, without ego. Your words were soft, but they carried weight. Intel

Before the April 25th Revolution, a quiet sorrow hung over the lives of women in Portugal. Under the long shadow of the Estado Novo, they were expected to live in silence, keepers of the home, guardians of tradition, never the authors of their own stories. The law treated them as fragile extensions of their husbands, needing permission to work, to travel, even to dream beyond the walls of their homes. Their voices were hushed, their ambitions dimmed and their rights a distant

Today marks 3 years since I had to make the most heartbreaking decision of my life, the moment I had to let my dad go. There are no words that truly capture how much I miss him. The world has kept spinning, days have come and gone, but there’s a part of me that’s still frozen in that moment. That quiet goodbye. That aching silence. I miss his voice, steady and reassuring. I miss his hugs that somehow made everything feel okay. I miss the way he always knew what to say, even w

Three years have passed since I last heard his voice. Three years since I said “Happy Birthday” for the last time. Three years... and so much has changed. Life keeps shifting, twisting, moving forward even when we’re not ready. But through all the chaos, all the growth, all the pain and beauty of these years, one thing has never changed: I know he’s still with me. He’s there, in the quiet moments, in the victories, in the times I feel like giving up. Watching over me. Guiding

Sometimes the best moments come from simply embracing the present, feeling the warmth of the sun and letting go of plans.

You cancel your next client call with a soft excuse. Say you're running behind. But really, you just sat in your car for twelve minutes gripping the steering wheel like it's the only thing holding you together. You close tabs Check Slack Put on mascara You know how to perform the part. Boss Lady, Lady Boss they say... Leader. Held-together woman. But deep down? You're exhausted from living in two different worlds. There's the one you lead. And the one you actually live in. Y

Your masculine energy brought you here. You were the one who always showed up... determined, reliable, focused. You led, you built, you delivered, you provided. You kept everything standing when no one else could. And yet… something within you is beginning to awaken. A soft, persistent whisper: There is more. More than effort, proof, and achievement. You longed for a life that isn’t only productive, but lived through the body. A life that feels intuitive. Sensual. Alive. You

I cannot change who I am, because I am made of emotion. I feel deeply, question incessantly, and think beyond the obvious. I am slowly learning that my heart, so restless, often runs ahead of my mind. And that my mind, not always as precise as I would like, falters. It doesn’t have all the answers and sometimes doesn’t even know what is right. I am learning to make peace with my mistakes, to embrace them as part of me. I am trying to understand that some people were not meant

Yes, it was you who ended it. But inside you there is nothing except a suffocating emptiness that drags you downward. There is no hope, no light... only this cold, heavy pain that won’t let go, that stops you with every breath. You are lost in a black hole where only what you’ve lost and what you will never have exists. You don’t want to see anything else, only this brutal silence that consumes you from the inside. The Tower fell and took everything with it. Certainties, drea

“Behaving well” is what they tell you when they want a dog to sit by the door without barking. “Behaving well” is the death sentence of the soul, signed with a fake smile and a tie that’s too tight. “Behaving well” is the shortest way to turn yourself into a robot, with an off switch that any idiot can press. Life is a miserable party and all they ask is that you don’t dance, that you don’t get the floor dirty. You didn’t drink, you didn’t talk loudly, you didn’t dance, you d

“I like weird people, the black sheep, the odd ducks, the ones who don’t quite fit in the places everyone else seems to belong. I like the ones who sit quietly, watching, thinking, while the world rushes past them. The ones who see things differently, who ask questions no one else dares to ask. The eccentrics, the artists, the dreamers, the people who paint outside the lines. Not because they can’t follow the rules, but because they know the rules were never meant for them. T

“I like weird people…Sometimes the strangest people are the ones who shine the brightest. They are like silence that speaks louder than a thousand words, like solitude that, far from being a burden, becomes a space for self-discovery. They don’t fit into the world’s rules, but that’s exactly what makes them unique. In solitude, they find their truth, far from the expectations of others, they immerse themselves in themselves and know that being different is not a fault, it’s a

My love, I write you this letter with a heavy and confused heart, but with the certainty that I need to be honest with you, with myself, and with what I feel. It is not easy to put into words what I have been feeling lately, but I need to do it, because it is important to me and, I believe, to us. Throughout our relationship, I always thought I wanted to be in control, that this sense of dominance would bring me security and make me happy. For a long time, it worked, or at le

I stopped loving you the way I used to. It didn’t happen suddenly, nor was it for lack of trying. But there came a moment when I realized… it no longer made sense. Everything changed. We changed. I changed. The kids we were when we met… so full of dreams, laughter and plans made on the spur of the moment—those are left behind, lost in time. They disappeared with the bicycles in Haarlem, the walks to Bloemendaal, the little surprises, the unexpected smiles. All of that stayed

I am a lioness. But not the kind that roars in the open field. No. I am the one who drags herself around the cell with eyes ablaze, muscles taut, a body boiling with unlived life. I choose to stay. I choose to chain myself. I close the doors to my own vastness. I am wild, and yet I fall silent. I could devour the world with a single look. I could set fire to everything I touch. My soul is made of claws, of desire, of skin that burns from the inside. I am fire. I am fury. I am