Hopeless romantic college student living a double life between California and Portugal; Passionate about music, fashion, arts, photography & dancing. 💕
September will be MY month, - I’m putting MYSELF *selfishly* first for a change. It’ll be a time to purge, reset, and build up on being a “work in process”, - and hopefully celebrate my birthday by the end of the month with my loved ones. 🔄🥳🎊🎉🥂✨
#LibraSeasonComingSoon ⚖️♎️
I started my day with what was probably the worst date ever (or not a date, just a "friend hangout", - but still a lot of trauma dumping on me) & it ended w/ me crying with yet another rom-com movie with a happy ending... When will I ever learn? It's just never happening for me.
@tiagomscampos Well there’s just been soooo much that changed in SF with the pandemic plus the crime and homelessness so I get part of it.. I used to work at the Old Navy Flagship store last year out there and they closed down beginning of July after 30 years at that location 😕
Many have offered rich incentives for X (fka Twitter) to move its HQ out of San Francisco.
Moreover, the city is in a doom spiral with one company after another left or leaving.
Therefore, they expect X will move too.
We will not.
You only know who your real friends are when the chips are down.
San Francisco, beautiful San Francisco, though others forsake you, we will always be your friend.
I was today years old when I found out that “Barbie” and “Ken” were nicknames and short for “Barbara” and “Kenneth” 😳 took me 27 years but here we are 🤣😅
It had suddenly dawned on me that I’ve lost both my grandfathers in a span of 20 years apart, & that I’ll never have another moment with either one of them. I’ll never have the opportunity to bond with them, or know if they would’ve been proud of the person that I’ve become (2/2)
Grief, - like healing and growth, - isn’t linear and it doesn’t always get better with time. One minute I’m watching tv and I see a grandfather/granddaughter moment, and the next I burst out crying and I cannot stop because of how it triggered me… (…) (1/2)
I’ve cried myself to sleep last night, yet again.. I don’t think anything has ever weighed on me so heavily, - emotionally, - than living life at the age of 27.
Somehow it hits you differently… 💭
“Believe me when I say she’s trying her best to keep her head above water; despite all of the physical pain that gets in the way of her moving and living her daily life… despite of her broken mind, spirit, and all of those tears that keep her up at night.” 💔❤️🩹💭
I honestly don't even know how I feel about it... Or how I feel about what I had just read in that email, - other than just running through my head all that happened about 14-15 years ago all the way through the end of it. Damn... That feels like a whole lifetime ago. 💭
I was just about to turn off my laptop, when I noticed that my old Hotmail inbox was up on my screen for whatever reason, and I came across an old email You've sent me a long time ago... Gosh, I genuinely haven't wondered about You like that in YEARS.💭
I’ve just had a full-on meltdown and I’ve been crying since after closing my store for my 30 minutes break and being the only one here for the past 6 hours.. on a SATURDAY. Ask me how’s my mental health is doing. 🙃💀
Feeling unmoored and completely out of place… But I’ll be okay, and I’ll move on. I just have to mourn and be sad about what it could’ve been first. ❤️🩹💭