maybe dreaming

“just the beating of hearts, like two drums in the grey”

you better shape up, cuz I need a man

quinta-feira, 24 de março de 2011 || 18:31

rissóis.

quarta-feira, 23 de março de 2011 || 13:17

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!

ahahah

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 ♥
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