segunda-feira, 31 de janeiro de 2011
sábado, 29 de janeiro de 2011
however far away, i'll always love you.
o ciúmes deixava meu coração pesado, então eu simplesmente o larguei pelo caminho, foi um alívio.
sexta-feira, 21 de janeiro de 2011
quarta-feira, 19 de janeiro de 2011
of all the people,
of all the people,
of all the people, why now?
save me, save me.
talvez eu te ame mesmo, porque eu ainda tenho saudades de você.
terça-feira, 18 de janeiro de 2011
i'm scared...
Gosto quando dizem que meu blog é lindo,
fonte: http://inthedarkforawhile.tumblr.com/
E eu não vou ficar dizendo:
sexta-feira, 14 de janeiro de 2011
stop acting like if you care, that's the worst.
@CamisVicentin
Sid: “I want you to stop what you’re doing, okay? You know, fucking around. Fucking anything that moves. Just stop it.”
Cassie: “You started it.”
Sid: ”I don’t care. I don’t care. You’re cruel. I hate you.”
Cassie: “I hate you right back. Why don’t you pop over the Michelle’s and give her one? Oh, another one!”
Sid: “Oh, just give it a fucking rest, okay?! You know, it’s you, and me! You know that, and you’re being stupid!”
Cassie: “My turn.”
Sid: “You went away. Why did you go away?! I needed you, and you pissed off. My dad said… well - he said you’re special. But you’re not. You’re just sluttin’ around like a spoiled kid.”
Cassie: “Michelle, Sid. Michelle!”
Sid: ”I don’t love Michelle! I never loved Michelle! I love you, but you… you… Where were you? My dad fucking died. I needed you. And Michelle? She’ll be great sex for three days, and guilty sex for the rest… So what? I don’t care. I don’t… I hate you… Fine, fuck fifteen year olds. Whatever. I’m sick of saying sorry. I love you… You say sorry.”
u want to see if i can break?
wish u could hear all the words i'm too afraid to say
terça-feira, 11 de janeiro de 2011
domingo, 9 de janeiro de 2011
sexta-feira, 7 de janeiro de 2011
quarta-feira, 5 de janeiro de 2011
“Well that’s what we do, we fight… You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.”—“So what?”—“So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What’s it look like? If it’s with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that’s what you really wanted. But don’t you take the easy way out.”—“What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt.”—“Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do you want? What do you want?”
"você nunca me ouve."
it's just that i'm so fucking tired of changing.
por quê você não para de tentar me convencer de que eu ainda gosto dele? está arruinando tudo o que eu demorei tanto pra conseguir fazer.
So how can you say it was my fault? You’ve let it go… You’ve let me go.