tranquilize

B is for Bárbara,
I’m 20 y/o, Brazilian,
economist-to-be.

LOVE FOR: words, specially poems and lyrics; music and all kind of sounds; old Hollywood movies; urban and fashion photography; regular people, fashion models, and musicians, and finally, beautiful or busy places.

True Story.

I’m hurting. My body is shaking, my skin is cold. Tears fall from my blue eyes. I’m confused. I refuse to smile. I am lost. My legs are weak. My mouth tastes bitter. I can’t breath.

I don’t want to leave my bed. I don’t want to see friends. I despite food. It’s hard to drink water. I can stand music. I stare at my screen. I can’t move.

You’re gone. Easily. No fights. Just gone… How could you? Gone… Don’t you miss me? Don’t you care? Not even a little? The good memories… aren’t they worth something?

When we kissed… When you touched me… Your hands in my hair… But you had never hugged me!

You never cared.

… Maybe you’re smiling right now while I haven’t for a while.

Guess this too shall pass.

[rant by B]

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Rant

Checking in because I have no diary or lately no urge to pick up the phone and dial any number… It’s a new blank page in my life but this time I got writers block. I want to do something new but I’m perfectly fine on my own. It’s funny how some ppl get me and some people don’t… I feel so different and in another mindset than others around, don’t expect everyone to get it. I’ve been having fun and enjoying myself, that is all that matters… I just need to find out what’s coming next!

[written by B]

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Give in.

I wonder if you are ever gonna give in and if I am ever gonna give up.

[Rant by B]

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Note to Self

Whenever you start missing something, let it go.

[Rant by B]

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Last night…

So much for waiting, can only do harm.
Oh sweet high expectations.

[written by B]

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