quarta-feira, 21 de fevereiro de 2018

music to watch boys to

Impromptu roadtrips. I'm getting worse and worse at writing so I just take pictures and listen to old songs. Tomorrow I am moving in, to the new apartment. Lisboa is waiting for me once more. Except now she feels like the old lover I'm sick of, I can't bear her winds touching my skin, her million voices and sirens and honks in my ear drive me more and more mad, I find myself filled with disgust no matter how I try to convince myself of the opposite. How sad it is, to fall out of love.

Anyways, moving in means having a stable place to call my own, for the first time in a couple of months. My own humble abode. Well mine and my sister's but still a pretty neat thing. Pinteresting all those boho bedroom vibes. It's gonna feel good to finally unpack all those boxes that have been lying around since I returned to my folks' home after my first incursion to the "real adult world" (spoiler: it wasn't worth it). Ey, we gotta see the good side of things, right?

2 comentários:

  1. I hope that your new place will make everything calmer, more tolerable. I love colours in your pictures. Take more!