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É tao bom uma amizade assim
Ai, faz tao bem saber com quem contar
Eu quero ir ver quem em quer assim
É bom pra mim e é bom pra quem tao bem me quer

Brigado marinita :)

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

Grey's Anatomy

PRIVAÇÃO DE CAFÉ + (PILHAS E PILHAS DE TRABALHOS -VONTADE DE OS FAZER) = MENINA À BEIRA DE UM ATAQUE DE NERVOS !!!!!

Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol

Y el corazón se pone triste contemplando la ciudad

Hoy en mi ventana brilla el sol

Y el corazón se pone triste contemplando la ciudad

Porque te vas

Como cada noche desperté pensando en ti

Y en mi reloj todas las horas vi passar

Porque te vas

Todas las promessas de mi amor se irán contigo

Me olvidaras, me olvidaras

Junto a la estación lloraré igual que un niño

Porque te vas

Bajo la penumbra de un farol se dormirán

Todas las cosas que quedaron por decir se dormirán

Junto a las manillas de un reloj despejarán

Todas las horas quedaron por vivir esperará

Como cada noche desperté pensando en ti

Y en mi reloj todas las horas vi passar

Porque te vas

Todas las promessas de mi amor se irán contigo

Me olvidaras, me olvidaras

Junto a la estación lloraré igual que un niño

Porque te vas

Bajo la penumbra de un farol se dormirán

Todas las cosas que quedaron por decir se dormirán

Junto a las manillas de un reloj despejarán

Todas las horas quedaron por vivir esperará

Porque Te Vas de José Luis Perrales

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.

The Sandam, Neil Gaiman

"Odeio quem me rouba a solidão
sem em troca
me oferecer
verdadeira companhia"

(Nietzsche)