Segunda-feira, 10 de agosto de 2015. Saía por aí e, quanto mais meus olhos não encontravam você, mais minha boca encontrava um copo qualquer. De repente, já estava no meio de fumaças que não as suas. Já sabia que o não era a resposta, mas nem tinha condições de raciocinar. No chão, em pedaços, qualquer coisa que tivesse sobrado de amor próprio. Eu sabia que a queda ia doer. Sabe o que é? No fim, pouco lembro de vocês.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013.

Saturday, April 16, 2011. I always preferred the summer in the city. Because the hum of air conditioners, faint. In the background calmed me down. Smelt diesel and dank with the sweat. Of a thousand passengers who were clinging. To the seats by naked legs. There was something depleted about the pavement,. The cracks no longer had water to soak-. Only the sun remained and it bounced back to the sky;. Up the sun, then it would be a. New York, New York -.

Still on a blog break but the poo has hit the fan so hard this week that I feel the need to post my feelings into badly designed semi posters so here I am. I am surprised I have not murdered anyone this week so I will post these in celebration and go eat a cupcake because butter and sugar are my friends. Hope your week was awesome. Leave me your 2 cents. Back to our break now.

Thursday, August 20, 2020. Monday, November 16, 2009. Nothing to see here, move along, move along. Emphasis on the blue! Wednesday, November 11, 2009. The same thing we do every night, Pinky.