De que vale ser belo, se nunca foi real?

Sometimes, when the pictures tell more than words, the music translates your feelings, the silence yells for fear and your eyes show your soul.

Saudadeé uma coisa que aparece repentinamente. E a impossibilidade de matá-la está me matando.
hahaha, só delicia no tumblr haha :3

Good moments are like birds: before you percept, they gone.

Sometimes I am afraid and dont know why. Be left , be lost. An empty place on me. And I think there is something missing.
ty , darling :D of course u can use everything u want ! thanks for following >.< i will follow back ;*