❝ um povo que lê nunca será um povo de escravos ❞ -António Lobo Antunes ♦ apenas duas raparigas que com um livro na mão e um café pousado a seu lado se perdem no mundo das criticas*

"Alright, you horny little shits, let's talk about sex,"

Planes going into buildings. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. People covered in gray dust. Bodies falling. Planes going into buildings. Buildings falling. Planes going into buildings.

they learned to live behind a screen so bright that they managed to get blind by love. #107 in Fanfiction All Rights Reserved © HarrysBumm 2014

"leave your lover, leave him for me" cover made by @sweaterlou © reliefs

"There was a boy that sat in the back of my last period class, I thought he was beautiful."

This is a collection of poems I have written over the years. Some of them were inspired by music, life events, sudden thoughts, etc. Overall, any other story I write will not tell you about me as much as my poems will. They are my life story, my biography. So please enjoy reading the development and changes I have gone through in my life. And hopefully these poems will express your emotions or help you with something your battling with just as much as it did me while I was writing it. Enjoy.

❝wanna see my dick?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

❝I'm so smooth that when people talk to me they slip and fall.❞ ❝I must be one of your victims, for i sure have fallen for you.❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.

❝He's thirty-six, Adeline. Not sixteen.❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.