june

had this dream today i was tzuyu's baby and im not even close to her, so cute  >:(

quero novos amigos ):

you were so distant
          i forgot you were there at all

cingulomania

Tell someone about me. I can't bear to think that I
          have vanished from your world completely. I can't
          stand the thought of resting like a silent tomb in your heart, shut away from the light. I don't want to be an inscription on the first page of your book or the opening of a trilogy. Have you forgotten every thing we spoke about? Could you live the rest of your life without speaking my name?
          Tell someone about me; even if it hurts. You once
          told me that everyone has a dark room. Is that where you have put me? Do my photographs still hang on tenuous cords that twist into your memory?
          Tell someone about me. Don't let me fade away like a Polaroid. Time can be cruel in that way. But you and I are still living and breathing in this imperfect world. What could be a greater miracle than that?
          Tell someone about me. I don't want our story to
          end here, and your words may be the only thing that can save us. Relinquish your pride for just one
          moment-put an end to this interminable silence
          and tell someone about me. Or tell the whole world.

If only I could, I wanted to ask you. Why did you do that back then? Why did you kick me out? Without a name to myself, I still revolve around you. 
          Our goodbye is colourless, that unchanging colour. What meaning is left of the fallen planet's remaining life?
          Us is the plural form of U. My cold heart is 248 degrees below zero. It stopped the day you erased me. I'm just orbiting you. I'm just going in circles. (You erased me, you forgot me).
          I once belonged in a world under the sun.
          (The song paused, the song stopped).
          A smoky layer of mist in the heart of the stars.

She doesn't feel like herself. Not anymore. She was
          different once.
          Now she is like a watered down version, pale and thin. She slips through the cracks, unnoticed. She fades into the background, afraid of saying the wrong thing. She grows sharp edges and won't let anyone get close to her.
          She doesn't know how she came to be like this, how sheended up here. She only remembers the way she used to be-wild and reckless. Bold and unapologetic.

Ela parece triste. Os olhos fundos, os ombros caídos, não parece ter muita vida ali dentro, parece desanimada, parece comigo.

finifugal

aurora - exist for love 01:01