Thank you lizletsgo for the tag, I was happy you thought of me :)

Also I’m terrified for posting this, my handwriting is terrible. I have what people call a “doctor” handwriting - because I write really fast and people can’t understand a thing - and when I try to write slowly it seems like it’s a 4-year-old handwriting. So yey!

I tag bitsofred adorkablelife infamouslyroggy mickeyjcorrigan foltvox and mermaidsbite

If you can’t understand a word or something, send me a message!


P.S. -Yes my pen is silver!

Who are you?

No, no….Who are you really?

Who are you behind your college degree? Behind your “Mr.”, “Miss”, “Dr.”? Behind your diplomas and trophies? Who are you in those grey and rainy monday mornings when you wake up alone? Or in those days you can’t even match your socks? 

Who are you when another human being needs you? Or when you find a stray cat on the street?

Who are you when you are lost and tired? Are you still you?

Who are you then?

When it rains on this side of town

the cold drops fall to rhythm of Simon and Garfunkel.

And for moments the city stands still

listening to the

Sound of Silence.

This will be a more personal post.

My little page just hit 100 followers (shoutout to victorymovement for being the 100th :p) and I want to thank every single one of you  who liked, shared and read the little pieces of me that I have been posting since the first day I joined Tumblr. 

100 followers (friends, I prefer the term ‘friends’ rather than ‘followers) may not mean much to some of you, but to me it is a big deal. It means that there are at least 100 people out there that somehow can relate to me and with my experiences and feelings, and it makes the world a less lonely place.

I love every single one of you that I follow, and even though I don’t reblog I try to read as much as I can of what you post and leave a little bit of my heart there with you. I also have learned a lot from all of you guys, I really look up to you. This feels like a little family here :)

You guys are awesome and I don’t know how to thank you for making my day, everyday!

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Nickname: Monique, Manoca (I’m Mónica, hi!)
Birthday: September 26, 1990 
Gender: Female 
Sexuality: I’m pretty confortable with it, thank you for asking :p

Height: 1,75 m

Timezone: West (Lisbon/London)

OTPs: The hole thing between Draco and Harry, sexay! Ahaha seriously, I’m not sure I have one :p

Last Web Search: I was looking into online sweet potato recipes (and horror game walkthroughs on youtube :p)

First Word that Comes to Mind: Telmo (my boyfriend, cheesy I know :3)

Last Thing I Said to a Family Member: "Sweet dreams!".

One Place That Makes Me Happy + Why: That will be S. Pedro de Moel beach in Portugal (just google it). It’s not only because of the beach itself (the sand, the sea, the salty breeze, the sun). There is some sort of aura around that place that makes me really feel at peace with myself and at the world. I call it “the place where the world begins”.

Favorite Beverage: Red red wiiiiine :D (stay close to meeeeee #lameUB40singingattempt). Also natural apple and orange juice.

Last Movie I Watched in Theaters: Hercules

Three Things I Can’t Live Without: Chocolate, countryside, a comb.

Something I Plan to Learn: Tango (well, how to dance in general without poking people’s eyes out) and Spanish.

Advice: If you’re going through hell, keep going (Winston Churchill)

A Song You Have to Listen To: Tove Lo - Habits

i tag: mermaidsbite bitsofred smartyrpoetry ashtheblueeyedpoet suchathingasredemption afaithfulchange donnydo infamouslyroggy arealhorrorshowdevotchka lizletsgo problem-with-average

I’m sorry if I tagged someone who already did the tag.
Thank you again for tagging me maroogundy :)

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You have no ideia how that made my night :) please give me an high-five for mutual admiration because you are awesome as well ^^ and thank you so so much!

Autumn is poetry without words,

and the wind already started writing the first verbs.

(Photo by me)

Sometimes at dusk

I hit the town

and the gas pedal.

I like to see the city falling asleep.

I have all the car windows open

so I can let in last breath

of a dying Summer.

I also have the music blasting

so loud

that the frantic guitars become one with

my heartbeat.

And it whispers…

Neruda said that

the moon lives in the lining of your skin, but


no one ever saw what the rays of sunshine,

the first light of day,

does with it and the way it tangles

around our bodies.

I like you raw,

in the morning,

and the way your green soul

your green eyes

make me


I never sleep

with drawers or

furniture doors


I’m afraid that

parts of my soul

linger on the clothes

that already have the shape

of my body.

What if

parts of me