We are not friends. Not anymore.

You hurt me.

You didn’t care about my feelings.

You had every opportunity to care.

I cannot be friends with someone who doesn’t care.

I like you, but the reason I reached out is for my own sake.

Because I wanted to make sure that I left this in a good note.

05.08.2022 — on the road

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I try not to think about it.

About your sweet smile and perfectly messy curly hair. About the way our eyes locked. Once. Twice. Was it tree times?

I try not to think about how I don’t even know your name. But you know mine.

I try not to think…

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La connaissance poétique naît dans le grand silence de la connaissance scientifique (Aimé Cesaire).

Às vezes é preciso preencher as frestas. Como pintar de vermelho o canto entre duas paredes brancas. Como rechear de chocolate duas bolachas de água e sal. É mais ou menos como me sinto quando deixo meus pensamentos wander away de suas caixinhas. Preenchendo as frestas entre elas, tentando um estilo que não deveria estar ali mas que faz todo o sentido que esteja justamente ali. Preciso das frestas porque não posso me desfazer das caixinhas.

22.06.2022 — Wien, reflexões no metrô

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Bela Hümmelgen

Bela Hümmelgen

Brazilian, red, feminist, bi+poly, vegan, saggitarius. Current LLM in Human Rights (Austria). MA in Gender Studies (UK/Spain). Bachelor of Law (Brazil).