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Não sei se você ainda lembra das cartas, das declarações, dos livros, das músicas que marcaram o tempo que ficamos juntos, pois se você estiver esquecido delas também esqueceu o que isso significou pra nós. Prefiro deixar você ir do que continuar catando migalhas do que restou de você em mim, sem nem mesmo saber o motivo. Talvez esse fio realmente exista e eu não tenha cortado ele ainda, mesmo que eu tenha tentado. E você? Tentou rasgá-lo com unhas e dentes? Colocou fogo? De alguma forma sinto que nunca vou ter uma resposta.
Te sinto distante, vejo sua silhueta cinza quase esvaindo em meio a névoa, não sei se vou te encontrar um dia novamente em meio a tanta fumaça, talvez seja melhor que eu me engasgue com ela e finalmente pare de te procurar. Mas obrigada por tudo, eu precisava que você me cortasse de vez, não estava aguentando mais procurar por respostas, talvez isso nunca tenha sido necessário.
Espero que você seja feliz em um novo lugar com uma nova pessoa, pois estou tentando ser feliz também, mesmo que anos atrás tenhamos prometido que seríamos felizes juntos. Mas se isso aconteceu não era pra ser. Você sempre vai ter uma parte de mim, e é complicado falar que eu não voltaria nunca mais atrás do seu cheiro e do seu calor se você me pedisse, então não vou dizer. Nunca. E isso é preocupante.
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a comforting thunderstorm
you're the feeling of being held tight while the rain pounds on the window. you're the smell of wet grass and the flash of lightning against the sky. your dark and broody nature may give you an unjust reputation, but in reality you are one of the most beautiful things in nature, you are the deep growl of thunder, you are kids hiding in blanket forts. you are the soft glow of a candle in the middle of a blackout.

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I need to stop filling the empty inside of me with temporary things,i don't even know what to think or too feel due this silent storm in my head. I never felt so abandoned and alone, but i am feeling like that for a long time, i did not realize this 'cause i was ignoring it and distracting me with anything or anyone else.
Things can't be this way forever. I need to feel alive once more, i need to know if is worthy to live. Why do life have to be like that ALWAYS? Just needed a break from the world and all this shit.
Maybe i will never get better, maybe i am cursed to feel like this and push everyone away until i be dead. I just need a light in my life, things won't go far if nothing changes. Just needed some light too runaway from this hole I'm stuck at.
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I'm not crying, you are
what she says: i'm fine
what she means: finnick odair is viewed widely as a superficial character who was only self-obsessed and okay with being a killer, but really he survived the hunger games as the youngest ever winner, went through that much trauma and survived at 14 years old, grew up to fall in love with an emotionally damaged girl who had gone through what he had, yet she had turned out more externally damaged, grew close with a sweet old woman, was willing to protect her with his life and literally physically carried her on his back in the games, despite the risk to himself, stood with the rebellion against the Capitol even though he was their darling, publicly defied and spilled secrets about the president, married that same damaged girl he loved even in the middle of a war and had a child who he never got to meet, helped a psychologically damaged and unrecognizable Peeta and defended him, protected his friends and team against the lizard mutts, and actually begged for Katniss to throw a bomb down where he was, because he knew that it would save her and the rest of the team, even though he would die.
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Mas não importava a dureza de seu sarcasmo, uma grande energia brotava dele, uma paixão irreprimível. E isto me atraiu para ele. Acho que eu o amava. Mais outros dois copos de vinho e eu seria capaz de dizer algo absolutamente ridículo como isso.
Lestat de Lioncourt - O vampiro Lestat
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Call me by your name and I'll call you by mine
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Selfishness
You. Yes, you. I want to make you mine, just mine, but the reason why i wanna do that, is not why i love you more than anything (maybe it is too), it's why, actually, i don't want you to like and to kiss and touch anyone but me. Understood? Every time i imagine you with another ones, i break inside, but then i am with other ones and I'm fine, but you cannot be, never. You are forbid to forget me, I'll not allow you to do such a sin, you and me are forever, me and you, not that much.
I could kill you or kill myself if i see you with her, or other girls, but I'm fine in another beds (loving you), when you're just alone in your home (loving me), it's not so hard to understand. Keep calm my love, it's not so bad to love me, so do this 'till you're dead. Or i will do this myself.
I just want you to be happy, but keeping me in your mind
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That’s not what I had in mind, I just want it like before - we were dancing all night.
(archive moodboard for @captaincrowette)
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I never went out of my country, but i had visited the most perfect places through my bookshelf
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“Let go of the illusion that it could be any different”
- unknown
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My darling,
What am I ever going to do with you?
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