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. I’m going to watch TV terça-feira, abril 02, 2013
I miss
watching TV. I miss the old songs of my childhood. I miss the big world my bed
would become every night, the battles I would face with my Alf. I miss Avril,
the old she. I miss not having conscience of nothing. I miss smiling truthfully
to everyone, I miss the unworried times I lived. I miss being a bad person and I
miss my mother telling me not to, now I can't be even if I try. I miss the
dreams my parents told me, I miss the opportunities that once I believed I had.
I miss going to sleep without worrying for the next day. I miss having as only
fear the dark and the gigantic centipedes under my bed. I miss making plans
without convincing myself quite immediately that those plans are childish and
unreal, like drawing my own house or writing the best-novel of the century. I
miss laying in my bed and just look emotionless to the colours of the cartoons of
Doraemon and Sakura. I miss not worrying about dating or romantic gestures, I
miss about not worrying if I didn’t like football while every other guy did. I
miss not worrying about losing my friends just because they get tired of me, or
because I’m following their dreams while they can’t, or just because I’m still
the single forever alone one and I cant just date random people. I miss eating
salty and butter cookies. I miss playing volleyball. I really miss the feeling
of worth, the feeling that somehow I could make the difference in the game. I
miss the daily practices that will never come back, and the weekly games I
would never get tired of. I miss my happy family at home. I miss the feeling I
had of home at my parents’ house. I miss watching movies. I miss watching old
time Disney classics and just travel with the magic of talking birds and flying
carpets. I miss the theatre. I miss the stage. I miss the applause of a good
performance, of the dream still dreamt, of the hopes still untouched. I miss
the wolf and the red riding hood, I miss the seven sins, I even miss the
phantom of the opera and what a piece of crap that was. I miss my pimples, I
miss having that excuse for being ugly. I miss the hopes I had to grow, to be
tall. I miss my happiness.
He said I’m
still young, I still have time; so lets start.
Etiquetas: bubbles, non-stopping-world . Scarlett domingo, fevereiro 17, 2013
No one wants to choose. We hide and hope
for someone to choose for us so when it goes wrong we have someone to blame.
Children have their parents; religious people have their god, or gods; the
people have politicians, although they claim they would do a better job, they
opt by choosing the ones that will ultimately make the actual choice;
politicians I have no idea since I never got anything about it.
Life is all about choosing, and choosing
leads us to a different branch of the tree that will lead us to different pathways,
different leafs, and pages of different stories. Choosing is leaving things
behind and exploring the unknown. And people fear that, people fear not exactly
the unknown but the loneliness of the path. So we choose for others, by others,
with others, because we don’t want to be alone. For some reason when we were
little and scared of the dark having a parent near us was the best solution.
Life is choosing, so life is being scared, and moving on despite it.
And so we wait. And so we stay scared. And
so we close our eyes and hope some hand to grab ours and lead us to the right
branch. Cause that way we can blame that hand’s owner. That way we can keep our
backs clean. Our mind rested.
But still scared.
Etiquetas: bubbles . Cartas que nunca entrego (5) - i love every mood in you quinta-feira, outubro 25, 2012
(e por isso dedico-te o meu numero quinhentos, sejam de summer, sejam de chuva)
apercebi-me que nunca te tinha escrito um texto. escrever escrevi, o poema dos parabéns, entre outros recortes no conde naquelas tardes de chuva que tanto gostamos. mas nunca te escrevi uma carta, daquelas que eu nunca entrego. (costumam ser as melhores e mais verdadeiras, eu acho, talvez pela quase certeza de passar despercebida no meio dos textos, não que eu ache que não a venhas a ler, porque lerás). há momentos da nossa vida (a mim foi hoje enquanto relia algumas entradas deste meu canto de palavras quase esquecidas) em que ficamos com o medo terrível da perda, do fim prematuro, de tudo acabar antes de cumprirmos os nossos planos - mesmo para quem afirma não os ter. - eu tenho imensos planos, tu sabes disso, tu estás envolvida em muitos deles, atrevo-me até a dizer em quase todos, mesmo que não participes diretamente neles, tens de estar presente. um deles envolve um apartamento em londres com uma estante de filmes e um plasma gigante (o resto é secundário). e não consigo pensar num fim sem cumprí-los. e quando me refiro a um fim, não digo exclusivamente o "até já", digo mais e até o fim da vontade de lutar, o fim do esforço, o fim do sonho da fantasia que as minhas criações satisfazem. o fim de tentar mostrar que o caminho que tomo é igualmente bom, igualmente digno, e não covarde. e sempre que penso nisso penso em ti, penso em como tu me fazes manter essa esperança viva, essa vontade ardente em cada pergunta que me fazes, em cada palavra de interesse que desenvolves, em cada ideia que crias, mesmo que eu não a aceite. penso em ti por me ajudares a continuar, mesmo não concordando com o trilho em que estou, por me continuares a apoiar. e por isso agradeço-te. por seres como és, por me ajudares a dar mais um passo sem me esquecer do que me faz realmente feliz, por me fazeres continuar a viver, pois não podias fazer-me melhor. espero um dia ser capaz de o retribuir; um dia veremos londres e frança para educar os nossos sete filhos, incluindo o adotado. sempre aqui, Freak Etiquetas: bubbles, cartas que nunca entrego, parabéns . happy new shit ~ sábado, janeiro 01, 2011
was it ? Etiquetas: bubbles, encontrados, longe, perdidos, sem saber . not good segunda-feira, dezembro 20, 2010
you know that you love me you know that i care i know that you want me but you don't even dare to kiss me because it's not good to your reputation you know it's not you know it isn't you know it is not good i don't care anymore if it rains or if you're what is it called? oh, sour a little bit 'i like' a little bit 'i don't' a little bit 'he doesn't' a litle bit SHUT you pursuit him like a dog goes after meat got it? you know it. he doesn't love you. he doesn't even cares. because you know that you love me you know that i care i know that you want me but you don't dare to kiss me because it's not good to your reputation you know it's not you know it isn't you know it is not good i don't care anymore if it rains or if you're sour a little bit 'i like' a little bit 'i don't' a little bit 'he doesn't' a litle bit SHUT you pursuit him like a dog goes after meat got it? and you still think you love him you still think you care you still think you love him but you know that you love me you know that i care i know that you want me but you don't dare to kiss me because it's not good to your reputation you know it's not you know it isn't you know it is not you know that you love me you know that i care (i still care about you) i know that you want me but you don't dare (you don't even dare) to kiss me because it's not good to your reputation reputation you know it's not you knoe it isn't reputation not good. . at the end of the day, we are all alone sexta-feira, dezembro 03, 2010
no matter what roads they take, no matter the weather, if it rains, if the sun cries, if the wind rests. doesn't matter what color they wear, wich perfume they use or who they kiss, or who they love. doesn't matter if they're mad, or boring no matter what words they use, what lies they try to believe. it doesn't matter if it's true, the sky can't allways be blue. it doesn't matter how many times you laugh, rolling on the floor, or how many tears they shed, wishing it could have been something more. no matter what hell they're living, or if the mansion is too small, or the nose too big. it doesn't matter if stars are shining, saying hello, or goodbye, or if the stones are thrown or caught. when the night comes, they have to return, cause they don't matter either, you'll be all alone. at the end of the day, you need to Etiquetas: bubbles . quinta-feira, novembro 18, 2010
Etiquetas: bubbles . Etiquetas: bubbles . maltese quarta-feira, novembro 03, 2010
There are two types of persons. The ones with the power... and dogs; yes, dog: the animal. The powerful ones, oh, no one dares to disrespect them; even if they’re evil, rude and selfish. And those dogs, they can be the most polite and nicest persons in the whole world that no one cares about what they think, want, or need. And those with power love dogs. Dogs are their best friends; but just because they are inferior. Correction. Seem to be inferior. Dogs are dogs. And those with the power are not willing to abdicate it. That’s the way of life. But life is always changing. One day I’ll rise. One day, my power will turn you into a dog. Again. Etiquetas: bubbles . we are punished for doing it wrong we are punished for doing it right Etiquetas: bubbles . i don't believe in god quinta-feira, outubro 07, 2010
i believe in friendship. love. i believe in people. Etiquetas: bubbles . I'm NOT a fucking child! quarta-feira, outubro 06, 2010
i hate the way you look at me. i'm tired of your words, they're too heavy. i'm tired of you calling me child. you know I don't like it. but you don't know me. so don't tell what you don't know. Etiquetas: bubbles . you are taking too long terça-feira, outubro 05, 2010
i am the kind of person that adapts do people. but i'm tired of changing colors. i want to stop pretending i'm someone i'm not. i want to be me. will you show up and let me be who i want to be? Etiquetas: bubbles . is it my fault ? domingo, setembro 26, 2010
Etiquetas: bubbles . quinta-feira, setembro 23, 2010
- do you have a sad life? my natural instinct immediately lies before I can even think about an answer: - no. I have a very happy life. Etiquetas: bubbles . i gave you my heart, but it doesn't mean it belongs to you sábado, agosto 21, 2010
Etiquetas: bubbles . e se o mundo, para ti, acabasse amanhã? segunda-feira, agosto 09, 2010
gritarias o teu nome pelas ruas para que todos soubessem que exististe? farias algo memorável mesmo que embaraçoso para que nunca se esquecerem? ficarias a chorar sem fim até chegar o tempo? declarar-te-ias à tua paixoneta? pedirias desculpa por uma vez na vida àqueles que outrora insultaste? tentarias perceber aquele estranho que tanto desprezas-te? perderias o medo de fitar os outros nos olhos? o medo de saber o nome daquela pessoa que se cruzou contigo na esplanada? fugirias para estar só sem intenções de magoar quem quer que seja com uma despedida? ou farias tudo para dizer adeus a todos os que sempre te seguiram? soltarias os cães a quem te maltratou? mergulhavas no mar sem medo e deixares-te-ias ficar bem lá no fundo, no reboliço das ondas? ou visitarias pela última vez o cinema com aquela certa companhia? skins. creepy, freaky, moddy, sexy, bubbles, Etiquetas: bubbles somewhere timeless ela face ![]() no where março 2009 abril 2009 julho 2009 agosto 2009 setembro 2009 outubro 2009 novembro 2009 dezembro 2009 fevereiro 2010 março 2010 abril 2010 maio 2010 junho 2010 julho 2010 agosto 2010 setembro 2010 outubro 2010 novembro 2010 dezembro 2010 janeiro 2011 fevereiro 2011 março 2011 abril 2011 maio 2011 junho 2011 julho 2011 agosto 2011 setembro 2011 outubro 2011 novembro 2011 dezembro 2011 janeiro 2012 fevereiro 2012 março 2012 abril 2012 maio 2012 junho 2012 julho 2012 agosto 2012 setembro 2012 outubro 2012 novembro 2012 dezembro 2012 janeiro 2013 fevereiro 2013 março 2013 abril 2013 maio 2013 junho 2013 julho 2013 agosto 2013 setembro 2013 outubro 2013 novembro 2013 dezembro 2013 janeiro 2014 dream always
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