The writer
A girl lost in translation. Cinema lover, currently crushed on Godard. Worst temper than Mr. Darcy's. Too concerned with politics and philosophy for a medical student. Left wing. Name a western and I'll tell you the story. ♥
d: chegas lá e dizes "olha, qual foi a parte do meu que tu nao entendeste?!" e ela que vá comer rissóis a um canto... c e s: rissóis?!? d: nessas festas costumam haver rissóis!
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The hardest part of ending is starting again
terça-feira, 22 de março de 2011 || 12:44
This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something emptys within em
We say yeah
With fists flying up in the air
Like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there
Cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it forget it
Let it all disappear
Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strenght to stand
This is not what I had planned
It’s out of my control
Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It’s hard to let you go
I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got
Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn’t so
What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it’s like moving on
And I don’t even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
Picking up those pieces now where to begin
The hardest part of ending is starting again
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got
This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something emptys within em
We say yeah
With fists flying up in the air
Like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there
Cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it forget it
Let it all disappear
You're perfecting a world mean to sin.
segunda-feira, 21 de março de 2011 || 19:43
Das músicas favoritas da Fábia e da Jéssica :b
Agora a sério, das minhas músicas preferidas.
Grande história por trás dela (a).
Anyway, essa fica pra outro post.
"I'll try", she said as he walked away
"Try not to lose you." Two vibrant hearts could change.
Cold and confused with no guiding light.
segunda-feira, 14 de março de 2011 || 22:41
Grandes MUSE.
as long as you stand, stand by me.
domingo, 13 de março de 2011 || 12:49
MGC,
Eu nem sei o que dizer. Tu és tanto, mas tanto para mim!
Já me apoiaste tanto, já te abracei com força inúmeras vezes, já chorei contigo (mesmo sabendo que «Gangsters Don't Cry, We Have To Be Strong.»), já ri, já passámos muito juntas.
O gang, as palhaçadas, a nossa pulseira, as ideias para as fotos, o "xoxito", pastilhas de menta nham-nham, "eu sou o *****, o pequeno golfinho", o "eurico da póvoa", aquela carta, as pausas com Kit-Kat... nunca me vou esquecer destes momentos que passámos juntas, podes acreditar MGC! E sobre todas as coisas más, digo "não olhes pra trás".
E o melhor de tudo, é ver que a nossa amizade continua igual. Eu continuo a adorar-te, tu continuas a ter sempre uma palavra pra me animares (mesmo naquele hopeless case, que sabemos :c)...
Continuamos a abraçar-nos quando chegamos de manhã à escola. A partilhar as músicas, os segredos, a fazer "panelinha", a rirmo-nos sem ser preciso explicar de que é que nos estamos a rir, nós temos essa característica de saber o que é que a outra está a pensar.
És das poucas amigas verdadeiras que tenho, e vamos ser sempre, miúda. Acredita que preciso de ti aqui, sempre.
No, I won't shed a tear. Just as long as you stand, STAND BY ME.
Amo-te Minha Gangster Caramela! Forever & Ever ♥
let's get meanless
sábado, 12 de março de 2011 || 19:36
We are.
Yay for shirts.
I miss THAT grey sky and THOSE rainy clouds.
I wanna fly, fly high with you baby!
Do it.
I need some heels.
Did I said "Yay for shirts"?
- I also said I was going to be meanless.
Put the blame on me, boys.
quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2011 || 18:37
One of the Hollywood 40's classics: Gilda (directed by Charles Vidor - 1946).
I really adore Glenn Ford and Rita Hayworth, their characters are brilliant as well as the drama in itself. The best hate/love relationship ever:
Gilda: Would it interest you to know how much I hate you, Johnny?
Johnny Farrell: Very much.
Gilda: I hate you so much that I would destroy myself to take you down with me.
, in a story so well written that doesn't make it seem lame or stupid.
Wonderful film, this one. I saw it for the second time yesterday, but it's one of those films which are so perfect that you want to see them again and again.
Of course I would have to put this one, too. Put the blame on me, boys.
- you can see it online here although it doesn't have subtitles.
Carpe diem
terça-feira, 1 de março de 2011 || 20:47
Soon or later, we all get what we want. :D I'm so HAPPY today.
Oooh, btw, I have tumblr: UNHOLY CONFESSIONS ♥ Go there, follow or ask something.
