I bought a small box of slime at The Flying Tiger for 2€, just to play with it for a while because I felt bored and I can’t stand boredom. It was my first time playing with slime, one of my students brought his lime green phlegm like slime to class and I felt jealous… So I, a grown ass adult, bought me what resembled unicorn phlegm. It is fun to play with it, but it got old.

This is how it occurred me I could use it creatively, the picture that popped into my mind…



Love in Ultralight

They’re so many things at once yet, in a world with no super heroes, they hold their own

Grava a minha essência como um selo sobre o teu coração. Que minha memória ressoe através do cerne do teu ser. Deixa-me brilhar e erguer-me através do centro da tua paixão, através das margens da tua acção, através de cada parte de ti que se torna viajante e deixa o lar. Grava-me como um monograma que alerte todo mundo: Eis o sinal da integridade, eis o sinal do amor. A força dos cosmos se oculta sob sua superfície.
 in Cântico dos Cânticos





My camera died last summer, and so did my cat. It’s been sad, lonelier and boredom stroke.

I had to get a new phone recently and this one has a camera. I had no idea just how much I actually missed taking photos. I captured this one through a telescope, I think it turned out really nice. I need to get me a new camera!!



Long sleepless nights praising Mother moon, I love the night especially the light in the night sky, an open book of neverending stories and wonder. We have a special relationship, the moon and I.

#moon#moonlight #moonlightmagic #telescope #nofilter#darkmotherdivine

Photo: moon as seen from Lisbon, around 10 PM, 24/04/18. Got her good 


“The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right, 
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness —
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.”

in The Moon and the Yew Tree, Ariel, Sylvia Plath