I want to see my self through other people's eyes.

I'm not skinny.

I don't use high heels.

I don't have a wonderful and long hair.

I don't have a beautiful blue or green eyes.

My Gestures are not delicate, and i do not dance in a sexy way. My laughter is not charming and my smile is not lovely. I'm not the prettiest and i'm not the cutest.

I'm just awkward,clumsy, disastrous,blundering and sometimes i act like a clown.

And i'm just happy, without diets, without tight clothing and with my scandalous laughter.

Maybe we should kiss, just to break the tension...

A minha vontade é forte, mas a minha disposição de obedecer-lhe é fraca.

(Carlos Drummond de Andrade)

"You really love him, don't you?"

"A simple psychological question. Not a single name was mentioned, but someone suddenly came into your mind."

I spend my time imagining things that'll never happen.

Can you hug me?

Can you kiss me?

Can you run after me?

Can you give me tight hug and steal me a kiss?

Can you stay?

Can you be sweet?

Can you at least try?

I'm laughing of myself right now. haha

I will follow you into the dark

I don't know everything, I don't know the lottery numbers, i don't know how to be the perfect one, i don't know play a guitar, i don't konw how to dance, but i know how to make you smile, i konw the best's sounds is your laugh and i know what your friendships mean's to me.

And it means a lot, means the dance of birds in the sky, means the colors of the rainbow after a storm,

Your hug is the best remedy for my tears,

All i want is not a gorgeous boyfriend or a house with a pool, but you by my side.

I love you and i love our friendship ♥

I can't promise to fix all your problems but i can promise you wont have to face them alone (yn)

People change. Now, i'm a lamp. :'D

Vou descrever o quanto eu me importo :D :

(...) yeee

Dear brain, Dear tummy, Dear pillow, Dear heart, i'm sorry

Eu acho que te esqueces de ser quem eras.

A caixa está lá, mas o conteúdo já não me pertence.

Para desalojares as antigas memórias, tornas te toda a tralha e poeira que encontravas numa nova recordação.

Sim eu ainda me sinto pelo passado, e tu talvez não, mas a minha caixa continua a ser, a mais bonita e tua passou de caixa a caixote, caixote do lixo.

E quando o teu conteúdo vem ao de cima toda a beleza em ti se perde, é como se a transpirasses para fora do corpo e não tivesses o poder de bebe-la de novo. Embebeda-te em copos de água e só morrerás afogado. Perdeste a essência ♥

Depois de uma vez usado eras irreciclável. Que és apenas mais uma matéria tóxica para me destruir.

Mas sim guardo as memórias de ti, mas não passam de dead memories.

I’m not Red Riding Hood, but I think the wolves have got me

Please, get out.