segunda-feira, 22 de julho de 2013


"pela ponta dos cabelos" - creativethings#


#wish, for my b'day


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oh.


me mostre


mais nada



nem sempre, nem sempre


mesmo


my guilty pleasure #1



Tudo o que eu sonhei sim
encontrei nela
a cabeça no corpo certo, sim, eu tenho nela
oooohoooohhhhhhhhhhhh
sim, sim, encontrei nela
oooohoooohhhhhhhhhhhh
sim, sim, encontrei nela

love is

delete

mood

ever

if

peace

"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn"

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"You see, I loved her. It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight."

sexta-feira, 12 de julho de 2013

true

The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one’s relationship has a growing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life." 

- Hugh Walpole Sr.

terça-feira, 9 de julho de 2013

tanto

"You don't appreciate the chaos and absurdity of life on this planet. You don't understand irony, or ethnicity, or eccentricity, or poetry, or the simple joy of being a regular at the diner on your block. I love that. You don't drink coffee or alcohol. You don't over eat. You don't cry when you're alone. You don't understand sarcasm. You plod through life in a neat, colorless, caffeine free, dairy free, conflict free way. I'm bold and angry and tortured and tremendous and I notice when someone has changed their hair part, or when someone is wearing two very distinctly different shades of black or when someone changes the natural temperment of their voice on the phone. I don't give out empty praise. I'm not complacent or well-adjusted. I can't spend fifteen minutes breathing and stretching and getting in touch with myself. I can't spend three minutes finishing an article. I check my answering machine nine times every day and I can't sleep at night because I feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world, and I wonder every day if I am making a difference and if I will ever express the greatness within me, or if I will remain forever paralyzed by muddled madness inside my head. I've wept on every birthday I've ever had because life is huge and fleeting and I hate certain people and certain shoes and I feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable and I hate myself a lot of the time. The rest of the time I adore myself and I adore my life in this city and in this world we live in. This huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world."

- Kissing Jessica Stein

sexta-feira, 5 de julho de 2013

de certeza

A primeira miúda que mete lágrimas nos olhos dum gajo deve ser de certeza a miuda com quem ele vai casar.

segunda-feira, 1 de julho de 2013

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"Lindo é quando alguém escolhe pousar ao teu lado, podendo voar.
Podendo encontrar até outros ninhos, outros caminhos, escolhe ficar..."