When the sun closes my eyes and, in the need to run away to some place safe, i only wish i could stay there eternally...the lost and the gain; the one that killing me keeps me alive...my mysterious enclosure; my absent presence...my running blood, my life in death, my chosen secret, my missunderstood wish...thee...my unnamed feeling!
"O meu mundo não é como o dos outros, quero demais, exijo demais, há em mim uma sede de infinito, uma angústia constante que nem eu mesma compreendo, pois estou longe de ser uma pessimista; sou antes uma exaltada, com uma alma intensa, violenta, atormentada, uma alma que não se sente bem onde está, que tem saudade...sei lá de quê!"* A song: Welcome home (sanitarium)
* A band:
Metallica
* A movie: Corpse Bride
* A book: Memnoch, the Devil
* A
drink: Champagne
* A food: Chinese
* A place: Home
* An Object: a
Candle
* A fruit: Red aple
* An animal: A velvet winged unicorn
* A
passion: Psychology
* A toy: Begoths
* A feeling: Unnamed
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perdão pela minha falha,já arrumei seu nome.
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I am a big FAN of your BLOG! I wish to become you buddy through the internet, if you'd be so nice to have me. My MSN is: caudilho@hotmail.com
I'm having that weird sensation again!!! Ahhhh! I van't help it!
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Eu falo Português também, ok?!
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