About Me
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ohh isso agr... quem me conhece sabe!
Eu sou 5% do que mostro, 5% do que deixo ver, 5% do que os outros pensam que eu sou, 5% de sonhos por realizar, 5% de realidades sonhadas, 5% de certezas, 5% de dúvidas, 5% de sorrisos, 5% de lágrimas, 5% de mistério, 5% de sedução, 5% de música e harmonia, 5% de silêncio e reflexão, 5% de estrelas e lua, 5% de mar e terra, 5% de rebeldia, 5% de tranquilidade, 5% de tudo, 5% de nada, 5% de qualquer coisa que ainda não descobri...
Nada mais, nada menos
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Interests
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[quem me conhece sabe que adoro cinema, devoro livros e nunca ando sem musica]
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Favorite Music
desde que seja boa musica, ouve-se...
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Favorite Movies
adoro cinema... por isso tenho mtos...
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Favorite TV Shows
csi alias will&grace the simpsons without a trace medium house desperate housewives sobrenatural grey's anatomy Prison break Lost Heroes The simpsons
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Favorite Books
baunilha e chocolate diario na nossa paixao momento inesquecivel onze minutos codigo da vinci anjos e demonios harry potter o ultimo papa codex 632 formula de deus ... e mais uns qtos que agr nao me lembro
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Favorite Quote
- sometimes i forget to say it, but a never forget to fell it.. - ah pois é - ohh
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Journal
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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" or "how very perceptive" 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. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
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Beijos!