Sixteen Candles
Mine, like you already are.
Sixteen Candles
Put a number in my ask and I’ll tell you my favourite
- Movie
- TV Show
- Song
- Animal
- Color
- Word
- OTP
- Candy
- Thing to Do
- Quote
- Magazine
- Holiday
- Accent
- Number
- Clothing Store
- Season
- Book
- Actress
- Actor
- Food
- Drink
- Letter
- Cereal
- Fruit
- Band
- Sound
- Smell
- Country
- Person from history
- Artist
Todo esse tempo eu fiquei aqui, esperando que algo acontecesse. Aconteceram mil coisas e eu morri de medo de todas elas. Você acha que vai ser tudo do seu jeito, mas nunca é. Eu agradeço todos os dias por todas as coisas que aconteceram. Eu agradeço por você estar aqui. Não existem palavras que sejam suficientes. Vai ficar faltando algum adjetivo, alguma característica tua. Não deixa de ser meu. Não deixa de ser nós.
“Only boring people get bored.”
– Peter Rumancek, Hemlock Grove (via bassicallyrevolution)
SLAAAAASSSSSHHHH!
oh my god
O que eu acho a coisa mais incrível da vida, é como quando eu digo alguma coisa, eu sou dramática, louca, estranha, idiota, qualquer coisa. Eu sempre estou com alguma coisa ou reclamando da vida, eu sei. Mas será que eu mudei tanto assim? Será que eu tô tão insuportável? Será que eu estou sendo dramática agora? A questão não é essa. A questão é que eu te incomodo agora e eu não sei como deixar de fazer isso, então deixa pra lá. Não importa mais. Eu não vou ficar me explicando nem chorando pra você. Ambas tem muitas coisas pra fazer agora então a última coisa que eu quero é que você reprima suas palavras pra conversar comigo. Já pensou que chato ter que mudar seu jeito todinho por causa de alguém? Deve ser bem incômodo. Então fica aí, que eu fico aqui. Sem acusações, sem indiretas, sem ironias. Nada disso foi dito tentando te diminuir ou pra jogar algo na sua cara. Porque antes de qualquer coisa, eu te admiro como pessoa também.
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Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, you favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being
then walk back home and eat their dinner and never return your calls.
You will never be their lifelong expedition. The heart is a mystery only for so long.
There is no ache like loving a curious one
who chases every falling star and never catching one.
Who comes and sees and conquers
and leaves.I’ve fallen in love with a curious one.
Maybe one day he will take the train back home
and be curious enough to read one last message from me
carved on a seat.“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
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as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.”– Don’t Fall In Love With The Curious One (via czarinna)
#chocolate = #happyness #whereisfriday #birthday #sister <3
#hungry #fastfood #mcdonalds #chupa #healthstyle @kamillandrade92
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