black notes and scattered thoughts

hi… i’m martina, but everyone calls me titi. i live between shadows and melodies, with smudged eyeliner and headphones always on. you won’t find fake smiles here, just pieces of me, scattered across my chemical romance, paramore, and all those songs that tear something out of you without warning.

the 2000s-2010s left beautiful scars: tv shows that feel written for the outcasts, books that smell of melancholy, and diary pages filled with things i’ve never said to anyone. and yeah, in my heart there’s the oc: i could talk for hours about taylor, my ultimate comfort character, the one i wish i could be best friends with in real life.and then there’s seth… seriously, where do you find guys like him? i want one just like him, with that sweet humor and anxious affection that makes you feel safe even on the darkest nights.

here i’ll talk about what i truly love: tv shows that hit you like a punch to the stomach, like skins or anything that smells of burned-out adolescence and messy dreams.

this space is mine… a little refuge where i can scream quietly.

if you want to come in, share music, thoughts, and a bit of glittered sadness… you’re welcome here!!!

-titi♡