Momentos Fortuitos
I always feel like I’m struggling to become someone else. Like I’m trying to find a new place, grab hold of a new life, a new personality. I guess it’s part of growing up, yet it’s also an attempt to reinvent myself. By becoming a different me, I could free myself of everything. I seriously believed I could escape myself - as long as I made the effort. But I always hit a dead end. No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same old incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.  
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Vontade de dizer meia dúzia de verdades e colocar pontos aonde são vírgulas.
Marcello Henrique.
(via auroriar)
Se nada nos salva da morte, pelo menos que o amor nos salve da vida.
Pablo Neruda.  (via reclinado)
Gostaria de conhecer mais pessoas como eu, mas ai que está, pessoas como eu, não gostam de conhecer ninguém.
Charlotte Pethersson.   (via inseduzivel)