this Pains me so Sweetly

my life.

my food.

have you ever realised that the most happy moments of your life were spent in front of a plate...?

in hidden, small restaurants with dim lights and exotic aromas flowing and dancing from every food platter, grabbing to the walls, and mixing into a characteristic odor aged by years and years on those very walls.

my life.

the anticipation rising, with bubbly laughter inside, excited with the gift of foresight;

tall and slender glasses cradling deep purple and ruby red of the best wine your money can buy, the shared happiness between the couples sitting in corner tables, and you upon entering, almost as if it was an acknowledgment from a fellow club member, ready to join the delights of food loving nights.

my food.

the sweet, almost pillow talk, soft conversations while waiting for the starters, and hearing the bottle pop and drip the smell of oak bark and berries, sipping romantically, almost flirty like, the wine chosen by it's loved name, as a child expected. the surprised aww's when the starters come and the sheer delight of that first inhalation. the silvery fork introducing a brew of tastes and combinations of flavors.

my life.

the loud laughter that eludes our bewildered mouth, and escapes trough the fingers, bracing our blushed face. the shine on your partners eyes, partaking in your brief loss of composure, while every bite of creamy, deliciousness piece of heaven called food dances inside your mouth.

near the end... we are filled with the most virginal glow of happiness and contentment...

...and ready to face the world once again...

my food.

my life.

~Sara Corpsie

 

 I am medicating myself with food.

sometimes I can stop myself... other times I can't.

I gained about 2kg during the last month and I can see I'll have to take extreme measures to end this binging trip. the answer is simple:

have some self control.

xoxo

Bark at the Moon

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion."

~Henry David Thoreau's "Life in the Woods"~

Last Friday night me and some of my friends climbed through rocks and trees.

we were missing the sound of wind between hundreds of leafs, the small creatures of the night, walking about all around us... and the pure and perfect darkness.

We were so deep in the mountains that not even the moonlight could peek through the dense, ominous trees.

Once again I fell in love with the night.

the entire night was an exercise of love amongst the scary dark clothed.

we bonded deeply and strengthened our friendship and made new ones. 

 we had a small fire going and roasted some Portuguese delicacies: "Chouriço". 

I can honestly say I know many people worth knowing.

and to be able to say that shows me just what a lucky lady I am.

*My Dearest, Suspy & Me*

but... we wouldn't be metalheads if we did not act a bit, well, crazy.

after all, we descend from vikings.

So I leave you with some random mischievousness. 

much love <3