im back *cries cutely*

 Hello, I'm BluePuffin!!

 I haven’t written here for a while. I won’t close this blog until Google decides blogs shall be gone, so be chill about the older entries disappearing. I’m also saving them on the Web Archive.

 Lately, ever since July began, it has been summer vacation. I’ve traveled to Madrid, went to an activist event hosted by Amnesty International, and have been listening to Chappel Roan and Olivia Rodrigo as of now. I like their songs, and Chappel Roan is outspoken on global issues, while Olivia Rodrigo once posted a story raising money for children suffering in Gaza, so my conscience is clean while listening to them. I had tried a free trial of Apple Music, because I am boycotting Spotify, but now I’m listening to songs on my MP3 player. 

I have also been talking with many Japanese people to practice it. I made a Japanese friend, and I got a Portuguese friend too, who is similar to me in many ways, but he likes Pokémon more than I care for its existence.

 Today’s song I’ll recommend is Casual by Chappel Roan I like to relive memories of love experiences that never happened. I really admire Chappel Roan, so go support a girlie.

new tears

made them the villain

evil because they are

no doubt to fill in

i hear the bombs fall far 

laid on my bed 

tears pouring under my eyes

they couldn't say their byes 

couldn't get with the med

it's too political 

for many to care

one word i can recall 

Gaza, no one can bear

living in starvation

clearly devastation

with little to no action

airdrops for the fit able

it's a matter of time

until there's a bigger reaction

secret over the table

the tears won't subside

the things i thought i'd never do

the things that wouldn't happen

they did happen

and it's true, lived through 

shed a tear

for the first time in a while 

hope that it's fine in a year 

but the future isn't mine

and im terrified 

of everything that i've come to know

my phone petrified

the tears they snow, rolling they go

from my eyes to my heart,

hoping is kinda hard.

 I wrote this today, and I just let the poem flow in my head. I started crying a bit while I wrote it because I was thinking about Gaza and that, even though there's a lot I can do, and a lot many people did, nothing has stopped the bombs from being thrown by the IOF. It's not perfect, but I never wanted the poem to be perfect. It's not my fault, at all, but I still don't like that people are starving and dying. In first place, I wouldn't even like to starve or die myself. 

I feel like feeling sad for the world is a pattern in most entries, and I cannot blame myself for a reality I did not create. However, I will not be complacent to it. I'm enjoying my life, and I hope everyone gets the chance to do so.

 Love, 

 BluePuffin