Feel

Feel intensely. Charish every moment. Enjoy the little things. Love who loves you. Love who hates you. Laugh until you can't breathe. Be random. Never regret. Be espontaneous. Fall easily. Be strong. Cry. Be weak. Smile. Reminisce. Quit shyness. Quit resentments. Fool around. Be weird. Never forget. Move on. Fall. Stand up. Defend what's yours. Dream. Fight. Win. Lose. Lose your way. Make mistakes. Trust everyone. Trust no one. Get scared. Be brave. Take risks. Dance. Cry of happyness. Smile. Sing. Forget him. Have fun. Be sad. Be happy. Get stressed. Relax. Use your senses. Just listen. Just breathe. Live.

why would anyone?

I really can't picture anyone having a crush on me. I can't picture someone thinking about me before they fall asleep, or telling their friends about me. I can't picture anyone getting butterflies because I said hi to them, or even just smiled at them. I can't picture someone smiling at the computer screen or their cell phone when we're talking. I mean like... Why would they even do that? I'm just me. Nothing extraordinary, or special.
(taken from tumblr)

be careful with what you joke about

OR SO I HOPE

I do not belong here. Something feels so wrong here, and I won't change the way I am just to fit in. 

I just need a chance, to make my dream - our dream - come true. And just escape from this town. For the moment, it feels like there's no way out. I'll pray.

I am so different to the people I know. I seem distant even when I'm with my friends - bff, the only exception - because I feel like a weirdo. And I feel like no one will ever love me for who I am. But they say when you're different, it takes longer for you to find that special person. I don't need a prince charming in a white horse, what's more, I don't want one. I'd rather a rocker in a motorbike, or just a boy in a bike. 

I just have faith in that hopefully someday i'll find my place in the world. 

Is it possible in the slightest?

I have a dream. We have a dream. It's our dream. We've turned it into plans. Plans, for the future. They require effort. It won't be easy. At all. It'll be hard. It'll require sacrifices. It'll be hard. It is worth it. We'll laugh when we reminisce this not-so-good times. We'll burst into laugh. We'll be happy.
We have a dream. It's a big dream. A beautiful dream. An impossible dream. Or not that impossible?

wise words, florid moustache

Being normal, sincerely sucks

People say i have strange tastes. Why? Because I prefer Rock or Metal to Hip Hop or that sort of commercial crap? Or because I dress up like I like to dress up, and I don't give a damn about what's in fashion? Because I don't have any Make or dress-up app in my iPod? Maybe I'm not that sort of girl. And maybe I'm proud of it. Because honestly, those girls who can only think of "OMG I gotta buy this, everybody has it and i don't!!" or "Oh no! I'm running out of ways to make-up my face! Now people will see how I really am! NO!", kinda piss me off. There are much more relevant things in this world. Okay, I like to go shopping and buy clothes, I'm a girl. But I also worry about more important affairs, like the Amazonas, or Japan or whatever goes on in the world. The poem When hell takes over heaven says something about that. Don't try to understand it's meaning, because i don't think you'll be able to find it out. If being weird means not being like those dumbass girls I deeply dislike, then thank you for calling me weird. Then, I'm proud of being able to say I AM WEIRD.

When hell takes over heaven

Don't ask for no pain

Ask for strenght to resist

Because there's always gonna be rain

And you got to make your way through it

Look up to the sky

Scream at the stars

Where are they when times get hard?

Busy hiding their scars

Life is harsh to all of us

If we don't all stick together

What will be left when hell takes over heaven?

Set your goals high

Get out of my fucking life

I don't want you to change your school, I want you to get out of the country. And that's because it'd be impossible for you to live out of earth. You're so bipolar. You can be ice cold one day, and warm (but still distant) the day after. I have feelings. Those little things you do affect me more than I like to admit. When I see you with her (and her, refers to more than one girl), a light goes out in my head and all of a sudden everything is darkness. I know that makes no sense. You've never been mine and you never will.
There are no words to express all I'm feeling now. My heart and my mind are drowned with a feeling, somewhere between rage against myself for not being able to hate you and forget you, an overwhelming sadness because i know that that you & me thing won't be possible, and jealousy. The worst thing is remembering that promise I once made to myself that I'd never cry for you again.
Me liar.

New favorite song: Bittersweet memories

People say I'm not

But I know i am. Don't try to hide the truth. Though i think i can get to be proud of having an ugly face and body, which cover a pretty inside :)

Why is it so hard?

All that you are

You are my inspiration

The cause of my scars

My wasted shooting stars

My tears, my pain

My happyness, my sun

You're black and white

You're wrong and right

You're all I need to stay alive

You'd be the ruin of me

But you'd also be

The only one who could safe me

You're black and white

You're wrong and right

You're all I need to stay alive

STOP IT

Silent pain, hidden tears

I got tired of waiting for you to come along

Of staring at the phone's screen

Of faking smiles for you not to see me break down

I got tired of pretending

Tired of changing

All that I am for you

I am perfect in my imperfections

They say everyone's gonna hurt you

But you're not worth the pain

I dance in the storm

I scream in silence

I had to try it

Now I see I've wasted my time

Trying to make you mine

having self esteem and being confident ain't the same as being conceited

I recognize I'm not the best one to talk about this, because my self-esteem is quite close to the floor (because of gravity, of course). But, girls and boys out there reading this: you are beautiful. In your own special way. Another cliche, I know, but again, it's the bare truth. Type in google "Who's the cutest?" and click "I'm having luck". Then read and BELIEVE it. Love hasn't knocked your door yet? It's okay, don't rush things. That doesn't mean you're worthless. Everything that is meant to happen will happen. They say that you have to love yourself before wanting anyone else to do.
If your sighing for someone who doesn't even know you exist, remember that there's someone out there sighing for you, and who you don't notice. Imagine, your future husband or wife is walking this planet right now. The person who's gonna steal from you your first kiss breathes somewhere in this planet and you still haven't met him/her.
Learn to look at your virtues and to love your defects, because someday they'll be the things someone loves the most from you. That doesn't mean you are cocky.

You are my number one regret

i swore to myself i would forget you, because if i was able to do it once, for sure i could do it twice. But the truth is that i never really forgot you, i just thought i had. I can't believe how naïve i've been all this time. I don't wanna see you anymore, if i could, i would go back in time and tell myself NEVER to talk to you, because all you've given me is pain. I regret every single moment in which i thought we could be friends. we obviously can't. i don't know if it's because of you or because of me, but it's just impossible. I really wish i had never met you. But one thing is for sure:

See why we feel misunderstood?

 

What is all this bullshit about emo people about? I AM EMO. And I don't always dress in black, i don't do self-harming, my hair is not straight and back with pink highlights, and a haircut which covers my eyes. I'm not always in dark places, I don't cry all day long. Maybe I do more often than other girls i know, but I'm not left out. I feel misunderstood and lonely sometimes that's why I cry. That's why I fake smiles. You make us feel that way with your hurtful comments. Being emo is a philosofy of life, not an esthetical issue. We're as normal as heavys or hippies or whatever. We're unique and different, just like everybody else. We believe in love (no, you don't need to be a flower-power for that). We are very sensitive and often shy. WE HAVE HUMOR. Let us be.

I had to post this

i was watching this awesome kid when i found myself with my eyes and my mouth wide opened. Then i knew i had to post it. Ladies and gentleman, Christopher Drew (NeverShoutNever) playing 'Here Goes Nothing'.

some weird sort of poetry

I feel butterflies in my stomach

And my head is spinning around

And I can't hold a smile

Every time you act like a clown

 

I knew I'd love you since we first met

And now I see how right I was

Because it feels so good when you talk to me

Because I feel like I could say anything

Without screwing everything up

 

I barely know you but I feel like I did

I care about what happens to you

Like it was happening to me

All I want is you to be happy, no matter what it takes

Tell me, isn't it love what's running through my veins?

Gotta get to the sea...

 cool song :)

So damn true

happyness is so relative

i got nothing to say today. just one thing. have you ever felt like, no matter if everything is alright, you just can't feel happy? well, that's what's going on in my head right now. Together with... like, i don't know... a thousand things more. Just like always. Always the same. Nothing ever changes. They say good things take their time to arrive, but i think it's my turn to be happy for once. That i'm a good actress and i'm able to pretend everything's right (and make people really believe it) doesn't mean they actually are. Why can't people see through my walls?