A fantasia é simples...

A fantasia é simples...

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Go home.
Turn back from this and go home.
It may seem like the hardest thing in the world, but it is profoundly easier than what you’re contemplating.

Red.

The Blacklist.

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you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon

you’re probably going to dance with another girl who will taste like fresh picked strawberries and smell like flowers blossom in her hair and you’re probably going to choke down 5 shots of straight vodka and get the thought of me out of your head and focus on the girl dancing with you who wants to be your apple pie but you can’t see the diamonds in her eyes because you’re staring at the ones hanging around her neck and you can’t feel her pull you in closer because she’s reaching farther behind your head of dark hair and tapping shoulders of random guys she’s never even met and when this happens I hope you run to the dingy bathroom and splash your face with dirty water and vomit up the words you never said because while you’re out drowning your heart in things I shouldn’t care about I’m here looking at the moon whispering how much I fucking love you and if you take her home I swear to God the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we danced and laughed and I almost told you that you are my night sky and I hope the light catches your attention more than the sight of her would and I hope when you wake up all your remember is that roses are my favourite scented flower and you can’t escape the light of the moon

(Source: hopefor-thehopeless, via desapegar-se)

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Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath, you know well
You have nothing to fear

For the dreams that came to you
When you were young
Told of a life where
Spring has sprung

You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight

But while the earth
Sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave

So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I’ll just sit and wait
And sing my song

And if one day
You should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place into the cloud

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Sweetheart, what have you done to us?
I turned my back and you turned to dust
What have you done?

And oh please just come here, don’t fight with me
I think you may have broken me, will you admit?
Ohhhh ohhhh

If all you wanted was songs for you
Here goes, after all that you put me through
Here’s one for you

And don’t call me lover
It’s not enough
It’s got to be tough, cynical stuff
Follow my words to the end of our love

And God you were the one who told me not to be so English

Sweetheart, what have you done to our love?

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"I want you to know that I do understand how you feel.
There is nothing that can take the pain away.
But eventually, you will find a way to live with it.
There will be nightmares.
And every day, when you wake up, it will be the first thing you think about.
Until one day It will be the second thing.”

Red.

The Blacklist.

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