há dias que não tenho paciência, não mesmo.
July 21st, 2009
há dias que não tenho paciência, não mesmo.

I've just been through something,
that's left me in pain
in truth, cut me deeper than even you.
July 20th, 2009

You were smoking me, weren't you?
between your yellow fingers
you just inhaled and exhaled without saying a word.
July 19th, 2009

That secret that you know
but don't know how to tell.
July 17th, 2009

Now ask me, why do I feel my heart's on fire
ask me, why do I feel this strange desire
ask me, why do I feel like I'm falling?


Don't call me back, I had everything I needed.
July 16th, 2009

Even horses cry.
July 13th, 2009


The days still left us with these little things
that kept us trying.


... but the heart feels free.
July 12th, 2009

Who's bad?
July 9th, 2009


Then all of a sudden, I heard a note,
it started in my chest and ended in my throat
and then I realised I was swimming.
July 6th, 2009


I want to go back
to the time that I was sailing
and if I could just go home
I could go around in circles like before.
July 5th, 2009

And if you're waiting to find what's going on in my mind,
you could be waiting forever
forever and ever.
July 2nd, 2009
My name is Pearl
and I love you the best way I know how
my blonde curls slice through your heart.
♥
July 1st, 2009

You say "won't you come find me"
and "yes" is what I say.
June 28th, 2009


the art of conversation with yourself.
June 23rd, 2009

You know that it's time to go up, up, up, up, up.
(obrigada a todos pelos parabéns ;))
June 21st, 2009
"Gosto de ti
quando usavas calças largas e falavas pouco de manhã, embora durante algum tempo não soubesse lidar com isso."
:*

I know that it’s true
it’s gonna be a good year.
June 18th, 2009
(sou completamente apaixonada pela voz desta mulher. grande Carina.)
June 17th, 2009


Well, I was put together wrong
still I was made for you
when our stitches come undone we come together like glue.
June 15th, 2009
Go on and love her
love her forever
I will not tell her
I told you to
you'll never notice
how much I loved you
lovin's for fools
love is for fools.
June 13th, 2009


Não gostaste do que viste? É natural. Nem viste tudo o que podias ver, muito menos o que eu não quis que visses. Eu não sou uma montra, sabes? Tenho na garganta uma magnólia a florescer, nadam minúsculos peixes azuis por debaixo das minhas unhas, tenho o sexo transformado em ramos de açúcar. Não penses que ia ser assim fácil. De menina bonita posso facilmente transformar-me numa assassina. Quando quiseres o que não viste, vais também querer o que chegaste a ver. Mas vai ser tarde demais. O meu corpo é finito, o meu espírito não.
in O Mundo é Tudo o que Acontece, Pedro Paixão
