Lifentasy

(this is the 2nd part of an article I wrote last week; YELL - ONE ) 45 minutes and a list full of emotions. In a cold space filled with people waiting for someone to come or leave. I was nervous, kinda like, I was taking a test but the answers were right in front of me. You know, sometimes you are aware of the truth but choose to ignore it simply because you don’t like it. I’m not a delusional human being but I need to escape reality from time to time, this one, I did for good. My mouth started speaking and my heart just shut. I didn’t wanna feel anything I just needed to be done with this as soon as possible. Oddly enough I was more collected than I thought I’d be. For a second it felt like I was in a movie, it was surreal and so real at the same time.   His answers to my questions were, for the most part, what I expected they’d be. I was listening to him and all I could think of is why on earth I put my self in such situation. I probably nod my head way too man...

Baby,  I’m sorry. Not too much but I am. I wish I didn’t have to do it but I do. I hate it. I finally let my mind take over my heart. You have no idea how much I wish I hadn’t, it happened. I miss you already and it hasn’t even been 2 full days.  Yesterday morning I woke up and decided I had to take a break from you, I told you, you said “okay”. I felt relieved, I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders, I was even happy; I was calm, at peace. Then I saw you, I ignored you. I was trying not to think about the whole situation too much. Around 9 pm my heart decided to give me a very hard time, I wouldn’t focus on anything other than the fact that I wasn’t allowed to text you. I knew it was going to happen but not that intensively. I went out, I drank, I could barely think of anything. I almost confessed to someone but, don’t worry, I didn’t say a word. I just needed to do it so badly. I swallowed it.  Today, I woke up numb; I was okay, neither...

Give up on the guy who only texts you when he’s drunk. And the one that won’t prioritize you. Give up on the people that won’t make time to see you. And the ones that only remember you exist when they need something. Stop holding onto people and feelings believing something will change. Give up on the boy that won’t text you unless you do and the friend that won’t make the first step to make it up to you after a big fight. Give up on the person that promised you they’ll take you out and never found the time to do so. They say giving up is for cowards. Not in this case; I’m asking you to give up on those who weigh you down, on the feelings that are one sided only. Give a second chance, even a third one but know when to stop giving chances and…fucks. Trust me you’ll feel much better and freer. You’re not happy with your relationship? Break up. With your job? Start looking for a new one. Your friendships? Create new ones. It’s about time you start breaking habits that might make y...

Sitting quietly in a corner watching people move per usual. Watching every expression, every detail, watching them, as if they were Gods. They say the point of life is living. At that moment she was just present, she couldn’t feel a thing. She stood up and left. No one noticed. No one cared. The music kept playing in her head. She almost got hit by a car. Okay, fine. She sat next to someone. Was staring straight ahead. Lost in the chaos inside her head. Unable to feel anything. Confused to the core. Is emptiness a feeling? Is it a mistake when done with love? She’s going to hell anyway, her purity is long gone. Flashback to her teenage years. It’s back and it’s strong, unstoppable, unavoidable, you have to sleep with it, live with it, become friends with it. You know, darkness is a familiar place to so many people, way more than you can imagine. She was alone, but felt so good. She always found comfort in her past. Guess that’s why she’s so prone to making the same mistakes again a...

I wrote this article a few months ago and never got to publish it, not sure why, but... here it is "The real people behind my posts: About a month ago, I published an article about a guy that broke my heart, before publishing it I actually sent it to him –something I usually never do. His comments on it made me realize how different each individual reacts to the same thing and how unique everyone’s perspective is. That being said, I decided to kinda introduce him to you instead of writing about him. I wanted for you to meet who inspired me to write what I wrote; I might do this again for another guy in the future given the chance. M A J O R disclaimer: I will refer to him with the letter ‘L’ for privacy reasons. Also this is how I’d describe his character etc. to other people, each person has their point of view but I’ll try to be as objective as possible. To find out how & when I met L take a look here. So, just like any other typical guy of his age, he’s ob...

(click on the photos to enlarge them) Freak Show is my first artistic project related to the human nature and psychology. Being a freak is about being who you really are instead of what others what you to be or wish you were. It doesn’t have to be scary, ugly, unpleasant or dark. It’s about being brave enough to accept and express yourself.  The idea of creating my little Freak Show was planted in my brain when I started watching the 4 th season of American Horror Story which was called; you guessed it, Freak Show. There’s something about the darkness and the unknown and the evil that’s inside of each and every one of us no matter how pure we think we are that really inspired me to do this. M A J O R Disclaimer: I did all the make up, styling, took & edited all the photos ALTHOUGH I am by no means a pro at any of these. My goal with this project to feed the little monster that lives in my brain and motivates me to push myself and turn my inspiration into someth...