#lisbon poets

[30-before-30-but-im-27]

To a Young Girl

The farthest star is your dearest friend,

Use your own hands to dig your own grave,

And then, smiling, lie in it, end to end.

– Florbela Espanca

[lithium-poet]

how i long for our trysts ౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹༘˚⋆𐙚

𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷ℯ𝓁𝓁𝒶

[vintagelvrs]

The Art of Cinema

[lifeintofolklorexx]

[hangmansdaughter]

I’m like Sylvia Plath..but breathing

[kayleens-universe]

[kayloronmain]

Fresh out the Slammer x High Infidelity

So the 2016 Met Gala. A night that is so wrapped up in the Taylor SwiftTM folklore. Being there with Tom. Crushing on Toe. All while dancing with Karlie. She bent the truth too far that night. She was dancing around, dancing around the truth. And it continued throughout the summer. But she's still doing it. Another summer taking cover. To the house where you wait up, where the porch light gleams. She still visits her lover in the darkness. She was with her in dreams. But her times up. It's time for release!

For more reflections:

You know there's many different ways That you can kill the one you love The slowest way is never loving them enough

That summer she spent so much time parading around with Tom. Had but just one hour of her sunshine.

But Fresh Out the Slammer is a reflection on this period in life. This is the story. She did her time, she's running home. Soon but not yet

Another summer taking cover, rolling thunder He don't understand me

She's still stuck doing her masquerading. Here we go again. Handcuffed and under a spell. Hating the bearding but having to spend the time doing it and it becoming all consuming. Because remember, when she is out and about with the toys, she isn't with her sunshineeee~~

Now pretty baby, I'm running back home to you Fresh out the slammer, I know who my first call will be to

The slammer is her bearding. But daily disappearing for just a glimpse of his smile. Once she's done with that, you know the only other person she cares about.

Camera flashes, welcome bashes Get the matches, toss the ashes off the ledge As I said in my letters, now that I know better I will never lose my baby again

We're setting fire to the manuscript. She's saying case I didn't make it clear, I've been telling you in my songs, I will never lose my baby again OK

Now, pretty baby, I'm running To the house where you still wait up, and that porch light gleams

She's still talking about visiting her lover in the darkness. Her lover waits up. Leaves the porch light on for her. For now.

To the one who says I'm the girl of his American dreams And no matter what I've done, it wouldn't matter anyway Ain't no way I'm gonna screw up now that I know what's at stake Here, at the park where we used to sit on children's swings Wearing imaginary rings 💔

But it's gonna be alright, I did my time

[annelolit444]

and at the last moment

when death opens the back door

you'll put on your carpet slippers

and stride out

anne sexton

[f-l-m]

© f-l-m

“Até amanhã. É interessante como levamos todos os dias da vida a despedir-nos, dizendo e ouvindo dizer até amanhã, e, fatalmente, em um desses dias, o que foi último para alguém, ou já não está aquele a quem o dissemos, ou já não estamos nós que o tínhamos dito.”

— José Saramago

[saru18castillo]

THE ERAS TOUR

Lisbon, Portugal N1 🇵🇹

[30-before-30-but-im-27]

The other one

I am neither myself nor the other,

I am something in the middle:

a pillar holding up a bridge of boredom

that extends from me, right to the other.

– Mário de Sá-Carneiro Lisbon, February 1914

[cherrysgirlblogg]

This is what makes us girls

[shakaprio]

i just spent 6 consecutive hours on character ai when i could’ve been doing my schoolwork

[humanizationofit]

What the Lisbon sisters actually needed was a group of girl friend neighbors instead of those dumbass boys

[gabbysstuff]

"She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person. But now she has a new life, of which this is the first moment, and even after many years have passed she will still think: Yes, that was it, the beginning of my life."

[lux1isbon]

that existential feeling of doom keeps coming back at night