“Se você tentou se adaptar a qualquer tipo de forma e não conseguiu, talvez você tenha muita sorte. É verdade que você pode ser um exilado de alguma espécie, mas sua alma está abrigada. Ocorre um estranho fenômeno quando a pessoa tenta se adequar e não consegue. Muito embora a criatura diferente seja rejeitada, ela ao mesmo tempo é empurrada para os braços dos seus verdadeiros...
Last night going to college, I crossed the street running. I felt the wind cold and wild against my face, so I closed my eyes and obviously smiled. It tasted like freedom. I wonder if this is the closest to freedom i’ll ever get.
ow does it feel To treat me like you do When you’ve your hands upon me And told me who you are I thought I was mistaken I thought I heard your words Tell me how do I feel Tell me now how do I feel Those who came before me Lived through their vocations From the past until completion They’ll turn away no more And I still find it so hard To say what I need to say But...
She doesn’t know who owned the jacket originally. Nobody claimed it after a party, and she figured it looked good on her. It says KISS, and she does not like to kiss. People, men and women, have told her that she is beautiful, and she has no idea what they mean. When she looks in the mirror she does not see beauty looking back at her. Only her face. She does not read, watch TV, or...
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here. Neil Gaiman
I think of you- and then I think of me and then I think of you- and then I...– Bear Spektor by Regina Spektor (via reginaholic)
Went to school with them boring teachers who thought they was all my preachers...– Flyin’ by Regina Spektor (via reginaholic)
Just like the movies . Regina Spektor It’s...
In the morning through the window shade When the light pressed up against your...– Sufjan Stevens