No matter how much time passes, I can't allow myself to risk trying to forget. No matter how much nature changes, I can't forget that I was once a rose. Your rose isn't in the sunset; it doesn't protect me. Will I continue to love you, even if you're gone? As for me, I don't see a problem; I like myself a little. The only thing I ask is that you don't let the memory of how I was once a rose, just like the flower, die. A beautiful memory that saves me to this day, even if neither the rose nor the prince are here.

I started journaling this year, and it's been incredibly beneficial for my mental health. This notebook has pages with organization, themes, images, and text that only I will probably understand. But I found this Satosugu-themed page to be quite charming compared to the mess that any notebook's pages are at this time of year.

addictive melody and vocals. It's the kind of song that doesn't need complex lyrics; it builds itself with this rhythm that sounds like a dopamine rush, like when we're kids and don't know the meaning of the lyrics. Despite that, I think it can fit into a variety of contexts (I've already edited it a thousand times). solangelo (from the riordanverse) journal⬇️

I wrote this poem about something personal, but since I'm in my JJK era, I think the creation ended up being influenced by what I've been consuming. And (at least in my mind) it fit perfectly with Satosugu.

I waited six months to personalize the cover of this notebook; now it reflects the things written inside. <3

Pasta with chicken stroganoff and shoestring potatoes. An explosion of flavor, and it's not even Sunday! (Here in my country, we have the custom of preparing dishes with ingredients other than rice and beans on weekends, such as pasta, barbecue meat, garlic bread. A classic Brazilian weekend dish.)

A thought-provoking novel, full of controversy and social criticism. It captivates from beginning to end, although it's not one of my favorites by Machado. It offers a profound insight into the cultural context in which it is presented and written, and raises debates that are still very relevant in present-day Brazil. There are also some scenes that I found a little uncomfortable and that gave me a negative perspective, not on the work itself, but on how I was receiving the events. (Here's a link to my work on it, I did it last year and haven't touched it since, because if I did, I'd want to change everything with my perfectionism.)

I had a topic to write about. I started writing about my current feelings. I didn't write about the proposed topic.

I loved putting this idea into practice. It's economical, fun, and the yield is well worth it! I just printed the designs I manually separated in a Word document onto sticker paper and cut them out. I think if I try to sell them at school, people might buy them.

I decided to write about the feelings that this end of the school year brings. In short, it's the worst pressure that comes to the surface with great intensity, followed by the tranquility after it's all over, which happens so suddenly that you can't really know if you're relaxantes.

It's really de-stressing. I've been using the same PLA pen for almost a year; it's wearing out a bit, but it still lasts well. I can't stop drawing my little pigs.

but its just paper on my wall.

Nobody talks about the hobby that the masses have transformed into excessive productivity, and that the media has turned you into its servant.

During the last week I wrote 2 articles on Substack, which, in my opinion, is great. During the school period I almost don't have time for anything other than studying, I've had my Substack account for over a year, and I've only published 7 articles in total. When classes start again I'm flooded in a sea of ​​excessive productivity, "I can't stop, I don't have time to stop". But now, I don't feel that these words are as much mine as I'd like them to be. They sound more like desperate verbiage, trying to release some of the feeling of what I know will remain stored and poorly packaged until December again.