eu penso em você toda vez que ouço alguém chamar meu nome.

nunca é.



somewhere inside of me

there’s a storm and it’s ugly

it’s cloudy and raining

i don’t have a bucket big enough to hold this rain

i pray because i have trouble sleeping

i am bruising

but i am healing.

written in collaboration with Francisco Mendez

writing about motivation for once?

I don’t have to do amazing things to be important. I don’t have to be the best in everything I do. I can do whatever I want to do because the success of other people does not decrease mine. The beauty of other women does not cancel mine. There will only ever be one of me that exists ever, and even if I don’t do amazing things I’m still the best me I can be. I can always try to be better than I was yesterday.

I know life can be painful and that I can be tired of everything and feel completely lost sometimes. I know it all may seem a chaos I’m living in. There are problems and questions and patterns and pain almost everywhere and I’m constantly afraid of failing.

I believed that admitting my fragility is showing vulnerability and that means losing control. Perhaps, showing my flaws and being vulnerable can be an act of courage.

It needs courage to fail big and stick around, and make them wonder why you’re still smiling. Let them see you’re the best you that no one will ever be.

There’s so much life and I’m so inspired by the earth because I’ve seen and lived so much bad shit and I’ve been through so much but the earth keeps turning and the grass keeps growing and the rivers keep flowing like things are gonna be okay, and I know everything’s gonna be okay. And I keep trying to be the best I can be and I am so proud of the better self I’m becoming.

the time you asked me what love is

i think love is when something cool happens and you can’t wait to tell a person about it.

when you want to hear every little detail of their day i think that’s a pretty good sign too.

comfortable silences.

feeling warm when you listen them laughing.

if the little things about them make your heart melting and you think about them before falling asleep.

you never tired of listening.

i don’t really believe in love at first sight.

i believe you meet someone and you identify with them and suddenly one day you wake up and realize you see them differently now than you did the night before.

to me that is growing love.

that is actually falling for someone and i find the concept of growing love for someone way more prettier than “love at first sight”.

i consider myself someone that loves a lot, because in general i feel too much.

but that’s how i see love. you grow love for someone and one day you realize is bigger than you thought and that feeling fills your heart entirely.

why do you like me

dont say i’m beautiful
i don’t care

say i made you smile
and that you like my curly hair

say you missed me
and that you like my laugh

tell me i have something to offer
say you noticed my progress

say you’ll meet me halfway
and you won’t leave in the morning

give me your love
tell me i’m important

mention this song
that reminds you of me

tell me i’m intelligent
that you like when i sing

don’t say im beautiful
this won’t change anything

show me i matter
so i can know what i mean

things i would like to say

i would always be there to pick up your phone calls
when you want to tell me your funny stories
and i would always be there tracing designs on your arms
and kissing your neck in the morning
and i would always ask what you want before i cook anything
i’d tell you if the tags of your tshirt are sticking out
and if it’s time to wash them
i’d tell you if your hair refuses to lie flat
i would always ask you to slow down
when you’re drinking too much beer
and i would always worry
if you tell me your stomach hurts
or that your coughing kept you awake all night
there is nothing you could do that would make me
stop telling you not to drive so fast
stop telling you how brave i think you are
even if you were in tears
i would always be there to make you feel my love
and give you the cold side of the pillow