The eternal is in the making

This is the eternal, holy wardrobe. For the (initial) purpose of archiving my ruminating head and all of which it loves, but also as means of facing my ever-growing fear of being vulnerable. For the (ever-so-slight) possibility of being read; without praying for the silent understanding of the traces I leave behind. Last, but not least: let this be my love letter to the one true purpose of the internet.

I'm not a good coder by any means. I've got rookie tech skills. This site may or may not have some bugs and rendering errors on some browsers.

Here, you'll find my blog and my ramblings, my diary and my photos, my media logs, media archiving, my playlists, etc. You'll also see that there's a toggle button to switch the website's language to Portuguese. I need the multilingual hustle; if I were to dedicate a part of me in a monolingual manner, it'd feel incomplete.

Hope you have a nice stay!

A secondary heading!

Can I borrow your rain coat? When the world is too blue so I put my night-light colored sunglasses on. There's still the half-burned polaroid picture of us under your ashtray, that I look at to remember my face.

• No quiero dormir
• Look back
• She only sleeps when it's raining