Fiona Apple knows it all.

How many times do I have to say
To get away, get gone
Flip your shit past another lasses
Humble dwelling

You got your game, made your shot
And you got away
With a lot, but I'm not turned-on
So put away that meat you're selling

'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me

'Cause I do know what's good for me
And I've done what I could for you
But you're not benefiting, and yet I'm sitting
Singing again, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me

How many times can it escalate
'Till it elevates to a place I can't breathe?
And I must decide, if you must deride
That I'm much obliged to up and go

I'll idealize, then realize
That it's no sacrifice, because the price is paid
And there's nothing left to grieve
Fuckin go

'Cause I've done what I could for you
And I do know what's good for me
And I'm not benefiting
Instead I'm sitting singing again, singing again
Singing again, sing, sing, sing again

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me

How can I deal with this, if he won't get with this
Am I gonna heal from this, he won't admit to it
Nothing to figure out, I got to get him out
It's time the truth was out that he don't give a shit about me

"such a beautiful way...

Oh well, at least someone thinks I'm special and has the guts of tellimg me so.

While you're there, not even apologising. Apparently not caring much. Taking me for granted.

I've seen this movie before.

There are sooo many things I wish you'd say to me.


It seems I'm the one making all the effort here.


Don't know how long I can last.


You might lose me if you keep this up.


Please, tell me I'm wrong...





...to break my heaaaaaaaart."

I think I'm gonna cry myself to sleep again tonight.

Everything I have to look forward to has a pretty painful and very imposing before. - Fiona Apple

I have to break the window.

Don’t leave me alone with myself. I don’t know what could possibly happen.Nothing harsh, no need to worry. Only my mind slowly slipping away.


I always knew I was brain damaged.


But I wasn’t always this broken.

Don’t even attempt fixing me up. I can’t be mended.



I’ll never heal and I gave up the fight a long time ago.

I don't know what this is.


Wait. Maybe I do. I'm just not sure.




Could it possibly be what it is?



I am not that scared anymore.

Malandragem.

Eu boladona vendo fotos de balada aqui. E me deparo com essas coisas.


Meus amigos são muito, muito geniais. Malandrazee de primeira categoria.

Tem gente que consegue me divertir muito à distância.

<3

Ha.

I lowered my guards.


And that's what I get.


Back to the old self now.



Some people might just be very undeserving. And perhaps not worth the trouble.
I hope I'm wrong.

To be continued? Continued

He ran and ran and ran until his lungs were burning and his legs starting to give out.


He should have stayed and said all the things he wanted to, but he was too scared. Looking back now, it didn't look so difficult.


Nothing was more painful than the look she wore on her face. Running backwards and watching her mouth open and the tears starting to fall.

There was no way he could mend this now.

She had said she was broken, but this, this might have been the final straw, he tought.

The damage was done.


But he just couldn't go back and face it.


So he ran some more.

Woulda, Coulda, Shoulda.

You should've never disappeared.
perhaps I never should've showed up

I could've stopped calling
You could've picked up the phone

I would've loved you, you know
You would've felt the same


I AM glad it happened, though.

no shoulds, coulds or woulds on that part. Only beens e dids.

I hate to admit it, but I miss you.

To be continued?

Her hands were cold. He was nowhere to be seen. Walking all the way back home, she felt as if an anvil had been dropped on her stomach. Nothing made sense.


Then it hit her - He was never coming back.

This

is most probably going to hurt.

But she can't help it. She never could. That was what she was made for. And now, made of.

There's only so much heart strings can take. They tug tug tug on it, until they rip apart.


And when they do, there's no mending.







So, all of you, don't blame her. It's your fault she became like that. Because all everyone ever did was hurt her.

Until she learned how to efficiently hurt back.

Sometimes I need

your body next to mine
I could draw us an imaginary line
just don't breathe, I don't need your allergies
I am falling out of bed, not out of love, love.

I know you understand.


Badly Drawn Boy - Imaginary Lines

Posso?

então vou soltar um lance que tá trancado aqui há uns 5 dias:


SUA BARANGA CARETONA FILHA DA PUTA, VAI TOMAR NO MEIO DO SEU CU!



obrigada.

atenciosamente,

kiki christina.

Querido 2009,

de vez em quando bate uma saudade absurda de ti.


Mas 2010 vai ser mais bacana ainda.

Don't be so confident...

just when you think you've got it all under control, I'll go and do something completely unexpected.



Could be great, or intensely catastrophic.


I should take my own advices.

Can you read my mind?

Because I'm gonna keep my mouth shut. No way I'm telling anything to you.



I don't have the courage.

All we did was put a fire up there

...and watch it burn for months.

Da série ( que virá a ser uma série) "Coisas Que Eu Aprendi Em 2009"

12 horas passam muito rápido, em boa companhia, sem sair de dentro de um quarto.

HEHE.

Now, for a more heartfelt post...

I live on an island surrounded by heavy walls. Very few people get on their boats to visit me and only some have the keys to the gates.

I often cry myself to sleep.


november 29th, 2009. 02:35 am


TALK ABOUT LATE NIGHT REVERIES.

Improving Rupert Campbell-Black

Ohai. Hullo there.

There's this book i'm reading, called Riders. The main character is the typical reckless ruthless gorgeous fucks-them-all guy. But he has flaws. He's too cold, too robotic. Here's what I do not to be exactly like him. Because really, he would be my male version, had I not have my set of, say, principles. Yeah, i guess you could call them principles...


Don't let the whole "fuck them all, not give a shit about them"thing go too far.I mean, you gotta at least pretend you care. Otherwise you heart will turn rock solid and you'll start acting like a robot. And no one wants that, right? What pleasure could come from being a robot? I'm not saying you have to love, but act as if you do. Be charming, be nice, be gentle, polite, flirty, pretend you're amused by the little things, until the big thing comes (and we all know what that is - SEX). Seriously, those things could get you faster into someone's pants. And that way, people won't notice how much of an empty shell you are.

Now, really. What sort of thing you'd rather have people comment about you?

Mind you, this works for both sexes. I'm just using me as reference, since i'm a girl (:

"omg, she's such a bitch, all she cares about is sex, sex, sex, do you have any idea how many people she bedded? She won't even talk to me or call me for other reasons."

Being solemnly known by wanting sex is fine. People will go after you all the same.

But having them say "ooooh, she's adorable, really. The things she says, the way she blushes when i compliment her, the way she kisses me passionately, how she calls me and says she misses me...

ISN'T THAT A LOT NICER?

DOESN'T THAT MAKE YOU SOUND WAY MORE APPEALING?





THINK ABOUT IT.

you can still be the heartless bitch or bastard that cares only about his/her own pleasure. JUST DON'T LET PEOPLE KNOW.

O que você precisa para ser uma autêntica cafajeste?

- Não ter nenhum princípio.

- Entender que mulher não trai, distrai-se.

- Aprender que nunca se deve bater em um homem – ele pode se apaixonar. (BEEN THERE, DOEN THAT)

-Homem bonito a gente pega e conta pros amigos. Feios a gente pega mas não conta pra ninguém

- Princípio básico: Cafajeste não mente, omite.

- Cafajeste não se arrepende, se diverte com o fatídico.

- Nunca deixe os amigos porque seu namorado está chamando.

– Mesmo se for pega em flagrante, negue tudo até ele acreditar.

- Em casos de “extrema necessidade”, prometa tudo a um homem – eles acabam cedendo.

– Seja prevenida, dê em cima até em velórios, homens são geralmente frágeis e sentimentais.

-Não perdoe, vingue-se.





SOU UMA CAFAJESTE.

Mais da metade disso eu já fiz. HIHIHIHIHIHI