Ah, onde estou onde passo, ou onde não estou nem passo,
A banalidade devorante das caras de toda a gente!
Ah, a angústia insuportável de gente!
O cansaço inconvertível de ver e ouvir!
sexta-feira, 29 de abril de 2011
you belong with me
"(...)
she weres short skirts
I were t-shirts
(...)
Ohh i remember you driving to my house in the midle of the night.
I'm the one who makes you laugh when I know you're about to cry.
I know your favourite songs and you tell about your dreams.
Think I know where you belong,
Think I know is with me..." taylor swift
she weres short skirts
I were t-shirts
(...)
Ohh i remember you driving to my house in the midle of the night.
I'm the one who makes you laugh when I know you're about to cry.
I know your favourite songs and you tell about your dreams.
Think I know where you belong,
Think I know is with me..." taylor swift
quinta-feira, 28 de abril de 2011
the feeling.
have you ever felt like this? like your heart and mind are about to explode. like you have nothing left to live for. like your bed is the only place in the world where you feel safe, confortable and understood.
have you ever felt empty? like you have nothing inside of you, and that nothing keeps pressuring your whole body and doesn't want to come out. like you belong nowhere. like you have nothing to give. like no one really cares or likes for who you are. like nothing makes sense anymore.
have you ever felt disgusted? with yourself. with who you look in the mirror every day. with the people around you. with the whole world.
have you ever felt like that? did you? that wierd feeling that everything is wrong, that doesn't go away, even when you cry, even when people try to help.
have you ever felt like no one can save you? like no one can help, like no one can understand you, like no one even listens when you scream inside.
have you ever felt sunk inside of yourself? so attached to that feeling that you can't escape it, like you can't escape your own sadness, your own tear, your own thoughts. like you keep hurting yourself and don't even realise it.
have you ever felt empty? like you have nothing inside of you, and that nothing keeps pressuring your whole body and doesn't want to come out. like you belong nowhere. like you have nothing to give. like no one really cares or likes for who you are. like nothing makes sense anymore.
have you ever felt disgusted? with yourself. with who you look in the mirror every day. with the people around you. with the whole world.
have you ever felt like that? did you? that wierd feeling that everything is wrong, that doesn't go away, even when you cry, even when people try to help.
have you ever felt like no one can save you? like no one can help, like no one can understand you, like no one even listens when you scream inside.
have you ever felt sunk inside of yourself? so attached to that feeling that you can't escape it, like you can't escape your own sadness, your own tear, your own thoughts. like you keep hurting yourself and don't even realise it.
segunda-feira, 25 de abril de 2011
segunda-feira, 18 de abril de 2011
ddddddddddddddddd(...)ddddddddddddddddddd
STOP BEING A FUCKING PUSSY. GO AHEAD AND FINISH WHAT YOU'VE STARTED.
sexta-feira, 15 de abril de 2011
i'm done, and sick
hoje tou tão doente que já nem sinto o nariz de tanto o assoar. e sinceramente, ja começo a nao sentir saudades. tudo o que é bom acaba rápido, e o que é mau demora? o que é mau demora um tempo proporcional á tua inteligencia, á inteligencia de te livrares do que te faz mal.
quinta-feira, 14 de abril de 2011
quarta-feira, 13 de abril de 2011
quarta-feira, 6 de abril de 2011
terça-feira, 5 de abril de 2011
conversas com o bloco de notas (9)
estou farta das tuas promessas vazias e dos teus nadas sempre amorosos. escorres-me sempre por entre os dedos como um sabonete que estou quase a apanhar. e brincar comigo como se eu fosse a pessoas mais previsivel do mundo. mas sabes que mais? nao sou. e estou farta completamente farta, mas mais do que farta, estou cansada, cansada de gastar o meu coração contigo. acabou por aqui amigo.
segunda-feira, 4 de abril de 2011
este é o meu ultimo post de hoje, prometo
"If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died"
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
We'd see the day when nobody died"
conversas com o bloco de notas (8)
(...)
cansas-me a alma e fazes-me doer os olhos. baralhas-me toda e trocas-me as ideias. e eu fico aqui com a lágrima no canto do olho sem conseguir parar de ouvir musicas deprimentes.
queria deixar-me disto, deixar as lamexisses de lado, mas "nao tá a dar" como tu gostas de dizer cada vez que a palavra "resistir" entra numa das minhas frases.
quero parar de jogar ás escondidas, quero começar a jogar á apanhada. para em vez de te esconderes nos sitios mais impensaveis eu possa começar a deixar-te apanhar-me uma ou outra vez.
odeio isto!!!!
(...)
cansas-me a alma e fazes-me doer os olhos. baralhas-me toda e trocas-me as ideias. e eu fico aqui com a lágrima no canto do olho sem conseguir parar de ouvir musicas deprimentes.
queria deixar-me disto, deixar as lamexisses de lado, mas "nao tá a dar" como tu gostas de dizer cada vez que a palavra "resistir" entra numa das minhas frases.
quero parar de jogar ás escondidas, quero começar a jogar á apanhada. para em vez de te esconderes nos sitios mais impensaveis eu possa começar a deixar-te apanhar-me uma ou outra vez.
odeio isto!!!!
(...)
conversas com o bloco de notas (7)
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que saudades...
de ter a minha vida simples, de viver só para sorrir.
que saudades...
de confiar em toda a gente, e brincar á chuva.
que saudades...
de ser livre, de nao sonhar todas as noites com o mesmo.
que saudades...
de pura e simplesmente não te ter dentro de mim.
(...)
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