When the heart speaks, the mind finds it indecent to object.

for there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

site under construction (maybe possibly forever in progress)

A second coming!

Ive been a neocities user for many years but i'd like to finally be part of the world, this site will be for sharing, interacting and existisng.

• I'll probably switch interchangeably between english, portuguese and spanish but mostly english
• i'll be spilling my guts like ive been shot here
• i'll be unapologetically honest and contradictive

speaktomepleaseee@gmail.com
tell me a story with a fake name