"There is no witness so dreadful, no accuser so terrible as the conscience that dwells in the heart of every man."

m. — Mon, 02 Jan 2012 00:16:04 +0000

On the first page of our story
The future seemed so bright
Then this thing turned out so evil
I don’t know why I’m still surprised

m. — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 02:33:15 +0000

you’re a little late, i’m already torn

m. — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 04:15:18 +0000

pra não tocá-la, melhor nem vê-la

m. — Tue, 27 Dec 2011 03:35:25 +0000

you’re gone

m. — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 19:59:35 +0000

“I used to watch you sleep sometimes. (…) But it was when I watched you that I couldn’t believe what was happening. I kept thinking that there was a seventeen-year-old boy in my bed. That I had touched him, fucked him, and wanted to be with him, and just how absurd and downright illegal that all was. I considered so many times just telling you to never come back, because the thought of what was going on scared me so fucking much. (…)”

“What made you change your mind?”

“You woke up.”

m. — Sun, 13 Feb 2011 03:40:14 +0000

“Even when there were times when it was hard, you and those eyes of yours, they would light up again when you saw me, and nothing mattered anymore. I could get lost in them, I swear.”

m. — Sat, 12 Feb 2011 04:16:45 +0000

A esperança surgindo de pessoas inesperadas. A esperança nascendo de onde você achava que ela nunca nasceria.

m. — Mon, 27 Dec 2010 19:40:14 +0000

“Oh shut up. Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you’re here.”

m. — Sun, 05 Dec 2010 01:56:55 +0000

Now I know we did things, said things that we didn’t mean and we fall back into the same patterns, same routine, but your temper’s just as bad as mine is. You’re the same as me, but when it comes to love you’re just as blinded. Baby, please come back, it wasn’t you baby, it was me, maybe our relationship isn’t as crazy as it seems, maybe that’s what happens when a tornado meets a volcano. All I know is I love you too much to walk away though. Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk, don’t you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball: next time I’m pissed I’ll aim my fist at the dry wall. Next time, there will be no next time, I apologize even though I know it’s lies.

I’m tired of the games.

m. — Mon, 29 Nov 2010 01:22:20 +0000

The building is on fire, there are no stairs.

I could jump. Not because I like the idea of falling or because I want to throw myself to the ground.

The flames, they are the ones that terrify me.