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segunda-feira

se eu lhe dissesse que chorava por coisas destas aposto que não acreditava.

sábado

i'm so fucking tired of myself. it's like nothing could ever be like i would like it to be. they're all getting amazing, great looks and bright ideas. and they can do it, they actually do, and do you know why? 'cause they're so fucking special. oh, i'm tired of trying, but it looks like it's not my time. (yet, says me). but of course. the major problem is that it's never enough, and believe me, is not as beautiful as it seems.

terça-feira

i do really enjoy poetry, you know?

sexta-feira

(dis)illusion people

segunda-feira

às vezes gostava de me poder ver. de ver a madu, estando de fora, e nao sendo a madu, claro. nao teria que ser uma outra pessoa, tinha só de nao ser eu, madu. (pronto, fritou de vez a pobre coitada) mas ya, é basicamente isso.

sábado

 conversas de pokemon. alguém quer falar sobre isto?

quinta-feira






oh boy...

terça-feira

domingo

eu podia ser um senhor-sempre-em-pé. não achas?

sábado

esta é das minhas.




m&m's power forever.

domingo





i'm best friends with a hot dog and i love it because my life ambition is to become a porn star.









tchii, como é que foi adivinhar?

quinta-feira




http://www.formspring.me/jesuismadu já podem cuscar mais.

domingo




para ver se "acordo"  :)


gosto mesmo disto.

segunda-feira

Spinning, laughing, dancing to
her favorite song
A little girl with nothing wrong
Is all alone

Eyes wide open
Always hoping for the sun
And she'll sing her song to anyone
that comes along

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

Crooked little smile on her face
Tells a tale of grace
That's all her own

Fragile as a leaf in autumn
Just fallin' to the ground
Without a sound

Spinning, laughing, dancing
to her favorite song
She's a little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone
A little girl with nothing wrong
And she's all alone


Norah Jones, Seven Years