can't touch this, turururu.
O meu iPod é uma coisa sagrada.Odeio que mexam nele sem eu saber, coitado.
E também não suporto que me roubem música do meu iTunes! É verdade, sou egoísta.
Oh well.
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Odeio que mexam nele sem eu saber, coitado.
E também não suporto que me roubem música do meu iTunes! É verdade, sou egoísta.
Oh well.
marshmallows
Spontaneous.
I hate making plans and waiting for things to happen.
Don't you just love it when you're sitting around with nothing to do and you or someone thinks of something utterly odd to do?
I do!
And that's what made my day a brighter day today!
f(x)
I talk whenever I'm not supposed to talk.
I fall whenever I'm not supposed to fall.
I know. It's a cliché but it's true.
"It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When I feel someone is going to leave me, I have a tendency to break up first before I get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really love this one. When I think that its over, that I'll never see him again like this... well yes, I'll bump into him, we'll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we'll slowly think of each other less and less until we forget each other completely. Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desperately look everywhere and after two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There's a moment in life where you can't recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else's kisses."Marion, 2 Days in Paris ♥
(And that says it all!)
Insomnia.
"Take your time love'Cause you don't have to rush
'Cause it's your life and it's no one else's, sweetheart
Don't let someone put you in a box."
And I'm gonna make it work
Because I'm losing my mind and it's driving me up the wall
And this time, it will be different,
This time, it will be different.
Build-up
How much crap can a person take until they explode?I'm sick. Sick of being fooled, tired, of not feeling okay with myself. I'm sick of being a failure.
I want to be "happy", I guess.
All I need is something to keep me going.
Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening.
"Somebody like you can really make things all right for me."
- Requiem for a Dream
Transcrevo: "Foste a minha rotina durante 365 dias"
365 dias já foram para mim um instante. Desde aí já se passaram mais 365 dias (e mais) que para mim foram uma eternidade.
Instante de felicidade, eternidade de monotonia.
i'm late!
The act of exciting, or the state of being roused into action, or of having increased action; impulsion; agitation; as, an excitement of the people.
You know me, i'm impulsive.
Let me jump to conclusions, let me be wrong, let me inisist (even when it's too much), let me go too far, let me stand too close, let me stay too long, let me look at you untill it gets on your nerves, let me be paranoid, let me be shy, let me stay silent when i'm supposed to say something, let me say the wrong words, let me say the nicest things, let me believe, let me be incovenient, let me be stupid, let me get my heart broken, let me be insecure, let me pretend, let me be hopeful, let me hold on to yesterday, let me dream, let me reminisce, let me think I am the reason, let me wish, let me be upset for no reason, let me be happy for no reason, let me imagine.Just let me be me.
Happy?
Lock me in a room with foggy windows. I would be happy. Drawing on foggy windows makes me happy. Pictures make me happy. Spontaneous pictures. Teeth make me happy. Hair, doodles, harmony, lights, odd words; make me happy. Crispy leaves make me oh so happy!
Minimal; yes, uncomplicated makes me happy.
Happy. Bizarre word. Makes me grin.
Happy?
I just can’t remember.
Grasping for memories, forcing myself to remember every feeling. Forcing myself to recall every detail, every smell, every image. Forcing myself to dream; I create my own concealed world. Just me & my memories, I locked myself in. Safety.But memories fade, feelings change, details are forgotten, smells don’t last, images vanish; my concealed world shatters to pieces. Locks break. People are over and done.
I don’t feel safe anymore. I just can’t remember how it feels to be safe.
Pluie coloré.
Uma coisa que me faria feliz: chuva colorida. Quero chuva colorida.Chuva colorida e (em dias de sorte) um arco-íris branco; sempre seria mais atraente.
Consigo-me imaginar a vaguear em chuva colorida, bem satisfeita da vida.
Quero chuva verde e azul. Ou talvez como cantava o Prince, chuva roxa! Sim.Pluie violet; por um mundo mais animado e uma rapariga mais feliz.
Chuva roxa.
.
Outline my strengths, colour in my dreams, highlight my joys, scratch out my limitations, erase my shame.Draw me a smile, just draw me smile.
Biography by My Heart
Overwhelmed. Broken. Cured. Pleased. Wrecked. Healed. Asleep.
(Time to wake up!)Surprised. Excited. Joyful. Cheerful. Broken. (Vicious cycle.)
Hopeful.Hopeful.
Hopeful.(To be continued…)
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