25.11.2010

i hate the fact that you're moving on with your life since the moment you broke up with me.

24.11.2010

quero ser "hahaha" de novo.

não aguento mais ser "hehehe".

23.11.2010

You grew wings
on your heart
And you let it out
your ribcage and
it flew into
the dark
like a ghost,
just like a ghost.
And it flutters by my window
when I need my sleep the most.

So I choose my weapon,
choose my way.
It's easy saying nothin'
when there's nothing to say.
I'm thinking about this everyday.
I'm starting to notice you're
fadin' away.

Fade like a shadow, fade like a shadow.
fade like a shadow, fade.

Fade like a shadow, fade like a shadow.

You want eyes
in your hands
and the power
in your pocket
as I stop to
watch you dance.
With your
hips swingin',
they shake.
Hips swingin',
got your hips
swinging they shake
hips swinging again.

Hips swingin',
they shake.
Hips swingin,
got your hips swingin'
they shake.

22.11.10

Pare de aparecer nos meus sonhos.
Você não tem esse direito.

Você acha que nunca vai cair numa conversa mole.
Mas você gosta da pessoa e quer acreditar.

E então você cai.

19.11.2010

Eu sou um grande vazio.
Não porque eu era completa por você. Porque eu era completa.

E tanta ideia boba passa pela minha cabeça. Mas só não faço pelos meus pais. Porque pelo resto não faria a mínima diferença. Porque é fácil dar um tapinha nas costas e dizer "supere". E então voltar pros seus próprios problemas. Porque é o certo.

Eu que me vire com os meus.

Porque você pelo jeito se livrou de um. E eu que me vire.

18.11.2010

Nunca me senti tão sozinha.

17.11.2010

Eu não sei se consigo.
Eu não sei se quero esquecer.

wake up alone.

"Promete que quando você enjoar de mim você avisa?"

Você enjoou.
E agora eu ando no automático.

E nem raiva eu consigo sentir.

enough is enough.

Iris: I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

The Holiday, 2006