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Postado em 11:41 PM on November 24, 2011
and today I decided to take time to reflect. write. speak. and listen. I think of how much things happens and at the end of the week is that I stop to process. it seems that sometimes we go on living like that, by osmosis. now I can see the same things with different eyes. and feel the same, with more detachment. was a more value-added there. the old relationship between loss and value. now I'm not worried about what others will think of it all. now I'm lighter. Postado em 11:35 PM on November 24, 2011
you can't go back on what you see. you can refuse to do: by the end of your damn life, you may refuse, without the need to review your myths or move from your comfortable little place. but from the moment you see, even unintentionally, you are lost, things will never again be the same and you already will not be the same. Postado em 11:27 PM on November 24, 2011
a hurricane passed. jerked around. but the strong foundation that has, stays. changes are necessary. and just to make stronger. Postado em 11:22 PM on November 24, 2011
Knowing is inherent to human beings. Whenever we are faced with new, we want to solve it. This is how we relate to the world and with others and we do that, actually, to learn more about ourselves. Postado em 11:20 PM on November 24, 2011
In the end, you just avoiding things that cause you problems in the future. It's simple, over time you get used to living without, only to discover new ways to have fun without it. Postado em 11:19 PM on November 24, 2011
I no longer have the will or courage to tell everything to everybody. I may have lost confidence, I may have matured, or perhaps I just don't have the patience to explain everything a million times. Postado em 11:17 PM on November 24, 2011
if people realize how much they can learn from each other.... yeah. Postado em 11:15 PM on November 24, 2011
The question was not wrong or right .. You just missed the time to ask, perhaps was not the time yet .. Or, perhaps it had already passed. Postado em 09:06 PM on November 22, 2011
The silence also says a lot. Hear who wants. Postado em 09:04 PM on November 22, 2011
I could stay here, sitting and waiting your arrival. I could go to you too. The world offers you a range of options, life offers you a thousand ways to gets to a place, but all I want to do, at least today, is taking the time to take care of me. I'm tired of thinking for others and others. I do what I want, do what I want to be happy. Yell "Fuck it" and live. i love you bbPostado em 09:00 PM on November 22, 2011
Postado em 12:55 AM on October 30, 2011
People always think they know other people, but they don't. Not really. I mean, maybe they know thing about them, like they won't eat doughnuts or they like action movies or whatever. But they don't know what their friend do in their rooms alone at night or what happened to them when they were kids or if they feel fucked up and sad for no reason at all. Postado em 04:56 PM on September 9, 2011
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I'm not even going to get mad anymore. I just have to learn to expect the lowest from people, even the ones I thought the highest of. Postado em 01:04 AM on August 21, 2011
Worldwide, there are more than 6 million people. Some are laughing, some are crying, some are happy and others not. Some people are dying. Some are born .. others are in hospital, or hunger, pain and fear. Some are in the comfort of their homes, others are sleeping on the streets. Not sure of it, but I'm sure someone is thinking of you in a way that you might never think. Postado em 12:46 AM on August 20, 2011
I want to tell you about my life, want to hear you talk about your life. Sometimes I want to talk to you just to see how things are going, the excitement is still there, how is your college, how are things in your home, your family or if you have trimmed the beard. That beard that I've always liked so much. I wonder what is there in your heart. Your heart was so mine. I wonder why you have planted this barrier between us. This must be for my good, for your own good, perhaps for the better. This barrier that keeps me away, that makes you forget about me, that all our close ties, the barrier that will kill bit by bit what is inside. I'm trying to lose me in your wishes, but I barely remember mine. I'm trying to respect your decision, let you free, let life take the memories, I'm trying to turn the page, move to another, I'm trying, trying, trying. The lack is talking louder. I'm holding down crying, praying in the corners, talking to myself. I'm trying to keep calm, control, sanity. And you? Living? Smiling? Crying? And the heart, baby? What goes there? Speak to me the way you spoke. Let me hear from you. I want to join. It's hard not to feel part of something that is so mine. Postado em 12:27 AM on August 20, 2011
No one understands the essence of a song until you pass by a situation in which the lyrics describe exactly what you are feeling. Postado em 05:19 PM on July 14, 2011
Did you know that Brazil may be a future power? The world's best inventions were made by Brazilians, as the plane, the wristwatch, the plastic seal and more. Our coffee is one of the best in the world, one pound of it is sold in Japan for about 140 dollars. Our Amazon nature reserve is the most coveted in the world. The happiest people in the world are here, the most beautiful beaches in the world are in Brasil. Our music is appreciated worldwide. The most beautiful women in the world are Brazilian. We are the second most optimistic people in the world, second only to China. Our country's almost unscathed from the World Crisis in 2009. We live in a country blessed by God, beautiful in nature and blessed with very rich mineral resources. If after all this, you don't have pride in being Brazilian, I'm sorry, but you must suffer a serious problem. <- Última Página | Próxima Página -> |
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