Dorme, menina, o sono também salva, ou adia.
— Caio F. Abreu (via sexbracelet)
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Posted on Jun 1st (7:58pm), 1 day ago
Is life suposed to be this way? All I ever wanted was to be noticed, to be diferent. I wanted people to pay attention to me, to admire me. I wanted to be an exemple parents would tell their kids to follow and kids would enjoy following. I wanted to be brave, to be a motivation to others. But what have I become? Nowadays there are so many unusual that the unusual is to be the usual, the tradicional. From the very start I wanted glory and all I ever received was shame. Shame of who I am, of what I am. It really hurts to see people laugh at you, you know? To know that your “friends” are also laughing at you, and the worst thing is that they don’t know you know it, they don’t realize it hurts you. It hurts that no one has ever fell for me. It hurts that I can’t look at my parents and see true love, without barriers and all the other shit that in fact exists. It really hurts that, beside my efforts, people don’t like my personality, and I agree with them(that hurts even more). And it hurts that I don’t even have money to fill my emptyness. Actually, that’s another problem of mine, I have no money. Or beauty. Or peace. Or anything. I have no lovers, or haters, or indiferent people. I have people that judge me by the way I look and mok at me. And you know what’s worst? I have to live with it. Because there’s one thing I have. Hope. And I hope the world could see what’s beyond my eyes, my flesh. I would like the world to see what I’m really made of, my soul. I would like to open up, but people refuses to look. But someday that’ll will change. Probably not today nor tomorrow, but someday. Maybe not to me nor to anyone I know, but to someone. Maybe I won’t be alive to live it and enjoy it, but I will feel it and be a part of it. And do you want to know how? Just by showing I’m stronger, survinving. I will just keep on trying to make tomorrow a better day.
Posted on Jun 1st (7:44pm), 1 day ago
Minha infância foi foda , minha adolescência ta uma merda.
Posted on Jun 1st (7:24pm), 1 day ago
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Posted on Jun 1st (7:17pm), 1 day ago
Eu só queria um colo para encostar minha cabeça e fingir que o mundo lá fora não existe.
— Clarice Lispector. (via afastando-se)
Vontade de chorar é o que não falta.
Posted on Jun 1st (7:17pm), 1 day ago
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Posted on Jun 1st (7:17pm), 1 day ago
Você sofre, se lamenta e depois vai dormir.
— Cazuza (via prisioneiro-da-morte)
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Posted on Jun 1st (6:46pm), 1 day ago
