I fell in love with tumblr. I really did. something so beautiful...i had to. it was writen in the stars. haha

now i have an account there: http://thecatkilledcuriosity.tumblr.com/ and i'll surely will not post here much. or never again.

byesis. see you someday

you're all messed up

I love small sentences.

see, it's like we're separating thoughts.

very different thoughts.

random thoughts.

that you will not understand.

you'll just find it weird.

while i laugh about it.

in your face.

because of your face.

fuck it. you're just adorable.

I'll keep on waiting

waiting
waiting
waiting on you. you fool.

not really. I gave up.


i'm just waiting for my new camera.

still, decisions, decisions, decisions

who wants to sleep in a city that never wakes up?

Tenho andado com esta na cabeça.

I wrote a little poem

but I don't know where it is
i might have put it in my pocket
along with my keys.

it is meaningless
to you
and all i can write
is an haiku.

oh me brain

I feel silly when I write in portuguese. Like I'm obliged to say something utterly eloquent, all the time. It's stupid, I know, but that's how i feel so i'm writing in english again. Plus, I haven't been reading much and the words are starting to fail me. Ah, also, I heard someone saying that reading makes you creative. I'm in no mood for creations.
Nor thinking. At all.

It's just...so much easier not to.

well, i hope this is my 'tiredness' speaking.

and then i thought

I was reading some blogs around the internet and realised why I'd always delete mine or just gave up on them.
They're three hundred thousand times better than what i have, than what i write.
At least, they all look better than this to me.

Note to self: look for self-esteem. probably somewhere in the trash can.