"I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles."
— Audrey Hepburn

Sinto-me nervosa, irritada, feliz, apetece-me gritar, correr e dormir. Sinto-me maluca sem saber o que sentir. Não sei o que sinto e o que acho que sinto leva-me à loucura. Porque o que sinto não é o normal, o que sinto não é o que os outros sentem. Eu sinto mais, sinto o dobro, o triplo ou até o quadruplo. Sinto-me feliz a dobrar e sinto tristeza a triplicar. Sinto borboletas na barriga e abelhas no cérebro. Sinto o coração apertado e ao mesmo tempo solto. Sinto falta de ar e ao mesmo tempo parece que os meus pulmões estão livres, fora de mim. 

Sinto tudo, sinto tanto e ao mesmo tempo sinto o nada. Sinto-me sem vida, sem mim mesma. 

Às vezes, dormir para sempre parece-me uma ideia tão feliz.

Odeio não saber o que fazer, o que sentir, o que pensar.

Falar contigo dá-me borboletas na barriga.


Grunge na We Heart It.

she’s not perfect;
but when we’re lying down
on our bed
and she fits my limbs
so easily
when she’s dragging her lips
on my neck
even in her sleep
i guess i’m allowed to boast
that she’s pretty
damn close
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and I told you to be patient
and I told you to be fine
and I told you to be balanced
and I told you to be kind
Skiny Love

Remember who loved you no matter how fucked up in the head you were.

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You have this one life. How do you wanna spend it? Apologizing? Regretting? Questioning? Hating yourself? Dieting? Running after people who don’t see you? Be brave. Believe in yourself. Do what feels good. Take risks. You have this one life. Make yourself proud.

I know I’m the last person you want advice from-
But hear me out, I know him better than anyone else.
I know the boy you’ll soon love, better than I know myself.

But it’s been a while since we’ve talked..
And I know that only means one thing,
there’s someone else, so I’m writing this for you.

His favorite color is blue & often, he’ll make you feel that way-
It’s not anything you did..
It’s just.. everything he touches, he breaks-

But my God, his touch will end the wars going on inside you;
And you’ll forget about all the fires he lit in your stomach.

When you go to the store,
get him a Mountain Dew & a Reese’s..
Every single time.

Let him roll the blunts,
I think he likes it because it’s the one time his mind will let him focus on something not so fucking tragic..
something other than me.. or her.

When he talks about me, because he will-
Don’t get upset. Don’t get jealous.

What we had is dead & gone,
but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t still hurt.

Light his Newport & nod at 3 a.m when you’re outside with him,
& stories about us slip from his lips, he’s just reminiscing,
He’s coming back to you, so let him.

I showed him what love is,
he didn’t know what to do with it but he can’t forget,
don’t try to force him, that’s what she did.

The only girl I know for sure he loved, other than me.
You’ll hear about her when he’s angry & drunk.
Words dripping confusion & disgust will fly from his lips,
He’s just venting,
he’ll be okay afterwards, so let him.

She showed him what heartbreak is,
he’ll always try but he can’t forget.
Love him better than she did.

Loving him won’t be easy but he’ll make you feel alive.
When he leaves, you’ll feel like you’re dying.
You’re not.

Don’t be like me. Or her.
Don’t chase him. Let him go.

His mother didn’t raise him to stay,
I know it sounds like a cop out
& it probably is but it’s fucking honest.

He doesn’t know how to stay,
you will not be the one to teach him;

He’ll call you every now & then, don’t answer.
It’ll only make it hurt more.

But in the mean time, take alot of pictures,
because once he’s gone,
that’s all you’ll have to remember him by.

You’ll look at those pictures every night for a month straight,
just to prove to yourself that you aren’t crazy,
that what you two had, happened.

You aren’t crazy.

When he holds your hand, hold his tighter.
When he tells you he doesn’t think he’ll ever get married,
take it personal.
I wished I would’ve.

I’m not bitter, I’m not a crazy ex, I’m not being a bitch-
I’ve been exactly where you are,
And maybe I’d have more of me left,
if someone would’ve told me this.

Let him love you then let him leave you-
don’t complicate it.

You’re welcome.

A letter to his future ex-girlfriend. 

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