(Source: cidadedoscondenados, via deathisflawless)
um cigarro
outro cigarro vai certamente acalmar-me
que sei eu sobre as tempestades do sangue? e da água?
no fundo, só amo o lado escondido das ilhas
amanheço dolorosamente, escrevo aquilo que posso
estou imóvel, a luz atravessa-me como um sismo
hoje, vou correr à velocidade da minha solidão
Al Berto
(via future-dust)
you have no idea how fast my heart races when I see you
She’s got a life livin’ in her heart She’s got these eyes, well, where do I start? Like lookin’ at the deep night sky So many worlds inside her eyes She sees the beauty in things we all miss All good things are defined by her kiss If you’re feelin’ like you can’t believe Well, then, how do you explain the miracle I see?
(via welcome-to-your-hell)
You mean that much to me
And it’s hard to show
Gets hectic inside of me
When you go
Can I confess these things
To you
Well I don’t know
Embedded in my chest
And it
Hurts to hold
Holding hands may seem like an innocent gesture, but they show more than a simple interlocking of fingers. Your hands are one of the most essential parts of your body: you build with them, feed with them, hold with them, touch with them, fight with them; they are the tools of the human body. To take a hold of another’s hand is to break from living individually. It is to link yourself to another being, to momentarily entwine your life with another’s, to promise, for a moment, that you need not face the world alone. More simple, more aesthetically naive than other forms of affection, i.e kissing, hugging, sexing.., the act of holding hands is often trivialized in its true implications. As the Beatles once said” all I want to do is hold your hand .”
(via youarebeyond)
(Source: storyofmysillylife, via t0talrevenge)
