People are really closed-minded when it comes to music, they won’t accept anything that is not within their genre of choice. My concept of “good music” is whatever makes people pumped and brings life to them, makes them feel and gives them some sort of emotion, that is the whole point of art itself.
People make fun of me because I cry in beautiful moments, happy moments. I cry because I realize their beauty, the happiness they bring you and how they make you feel. Those are the moments we live for, those are the moments that make you want to live. I also cry because I know they will end at some point and that is a very sad realization.
O maldizer e a troça só te trazem infelicidade, não os alimentes.
I just want you to understand the immensity and intensity of my love. Today, just by looking at your face and being able to feel you in my arms and kissing your rosy velvety lips, I’ve realized, like I hadn’t in a long time, that you are my life, you are it, you are the kind of thing people search for. You are the one I want, the one I need, the one that after all of this time makes me feel as if I am falling in love all over again and I don’t think you realize that fully, not even a bit. I put too much pressure on you but I’ve also realized today that I have to set you free, let you live and if you come to me, it will be because you wanted to. I just hope you do.
my facebook profile picture is daenerys targaryen and i regret nothing
to begin with, i want to build a home of my own: a place to settle that is truly mine, where i can lay down quietly and enjoy the small things like breakfast in bed and other peculiar yet marvelous things. then i want to make the road my home, live a truly wanderlusting life, see things non explainable through words and fully discover myself. then, when i am fulfilled, when i am more mature and ready, i want to go back to the home i have built, to then live with a complete soul.
I cannot stop thinking about the moon. I see it in my head, my simple mind who is at the same time so complex. But my mind becomes simple, light and peaceful when the image of the moon ocuppies it. There is something so magical about it, keeps me fresh and sane, away from all the troubles and preocupations of the 21st century society. The moon sets me free, along with all the wolves: at least thats how I see it. It seems like a melody, a lovely melody sang by an old witch starts playing in my head. I want to tattoo a moon on my back, so I know I am free forever.
there are some people who still cry over alex turner and alexa chung’s breakup
i’m one of them