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hi y'all, i'm BluePuffin!
this week was really life! pride march, got a bf (i stole him muhihihi), school, and i went to an osteopath. apparently me not expressing stuff i think is a factor causing escoliosis for me? damn, the language dam became such a trouble that my thoughts are getting stuck ?!?
here come the song recommendations!! and then a poem.
Meu Amor de Longe by Raquel Tavares
Black Friday by Tom Odell
it's hard to find words to describe,
what became of my precious life.
i'm both my husband and my wife,
i love me, myself and I.
coming out in the locker room,
gone is the havoc and doom,
and suddenly i'm class president,
i'm not just happy, i'm pretty content.
fulfilled, lucky, overjoyed
i feel like i'm employed
fulfilled, lucky, and alive
right now, luck's on my side
i remember far days of social suicide
where every second i had to hide
my real self, real thoughts, real life
that i wouldn't ever want a wife
although no cookie cutter fits me
although i don't have a pair (i kinda do now, but i kept this verse)
i am so happy to miss me
and to take me everywhere
the bus i take every morning,
never knew how i felt,
but now in luck i'm overflowing,
though i still worry as well.
because life is life as hell.
however, i must be clever
luck doesn't last forever.
Written September the 25th, 2025; except for the last verse, written today,
October the 10th. I didn't feel like writing for the blog today, so I just got a poem
I wrote before. I hope you enjoy it though.
Today I was busy reflecting - aside from what "liking someone" means and if i
like or love my own boyfriend - about the superficial nature of society. I won't dive
much, but two girls who were friendly towards me and excited to now about my
dating status (nosey much), when they saw my bf during lunch time, looked at
him, whispered to each other, one said "ew", and giggled. Why? I don't know.
Probably his acne pimples. If so, they were assholes. If not, that still wasn't nice.
They were nice to me, and then bad behind my back. I also wonder if those who
cheer me up may also talk behind my back about me, like a friend suggested.
This whole situation led me to reflect philosophically. But yeah. I won't see those
two in the same way I did before, specially since I heard from a friend that they
were talked sh*t about them behind her back. My bad. omg
Love you all,
bluepuffin
P.S.: im sleepy af ðŸ˜ðŸ˜ðŸ˜
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