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Porque no dia em que eu aprender a escrever igual gente grande, eu paro.

thought it would get easier,,,but it never does.

Ei, eu bem queria saber ficar parada e deixar as coisas fluirem normalmene. Eu interrompo, é isso que eu faço, porque essa coisa de ficar olhando de longe e não poder encostar não é comigo não, ainda sou muito criança pra saber a quais ordens eu deveria seguir.
E sendo assim, não sigo ordem nenhuma.

Garota interrompida

You know, I'm not really dead.


- Why would I want that?
- Because it makes you the good guy, sweety.

I'm playing the vilan baby, just like you want.

When you don't want feel, death can seem like a dream, but seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous.

But I know what is like to wanna die, how it hurts to smile, how you try to fit but you can't, how you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Some advice okay? Don't point your fucking finger in crazy people.

You lay down, you confess your secrets and your safe. The more you confess, the more they think about setting you free.

Sometimes it's hard for me to stay in just one place.

,,,

Odeio essa sensação de vazio. Tô cheia do vazio.



~
"when life gets too comfortable I screw things up. I'm comfortable with the uncomfortable. It's just what I do."

só que às vezes não vale a pena.



~ "is better burn out than fade away."

the only exception

Maybe I know somewhere deep in my soul
That love never lasts
And we've got to find other ways
To make it alone or keep a straight face
And I've always lived like this
Keeping a comfortable, distance
And up until now I swored to myself
That I'm content with loneliness,
Because none of it was ever worth the risk




Paramore.

awake

"Can you see it? The writing,
Can you tell me what it means?
Translate the symbols, Enigma
Expressions keep questioning me
The message is written, the meaning is missing
Won't anybody Listen? "


P.O.D.