memories are the only things we can hold on to. but memories can be so comforting and so destructive at the same time. and then we think new memories are going to make us forget the old ones, but they don't. we keep reminiscing for ever

eu vi no tumblr "you were so fucking great" e pensei:

you were so fucking great.. WE were so fucking great.
I don't get it. I don't get why we can't be fucking great again

sometimes i wonder if i disappeared people would notice it

i kind of think they won't

some things are simply worthless but you rather pretend they're not - that's called hope- so you can feel ok for a little bit, but when reality hits you, it hits hard and harder than you thought. it hurts

you're not mine, you'll never be. and i'm sorry for that, it's all i can be

i need you to find out the best part of me, 'cause i'm starting to think i don't have a good one anymore :/

things i wrote and never posted

09/02/2011

eu não me importo em não ser. na verdade, quero mais que ser, mais que existir, muito mais que sentir. queria que pudessem existir várias de mim, perdidas por aí, numa louca viagem. queria ser estrela, ou até mesmo lua. queria poder navegar por onde não conheço,mas tenho algemas me prendendo. queria poder voar, explodir, desaparecer. quero mais que ser. muito mais que ser eu.

20/02/11

people don't get that when something makes me feel good i wanna do it all over again, a thousand freaking times. so they just get annoyed by me and make me hide/forget the thins that make me feel good.

i like you and i like even more that i don't like you :)


but


i don't like that a lie i heard made me feel bad..


no, bia, you're talking about different people