never give up

 

" And she said: don't give up your dreams yet!

the other girl answered: why not? I've lost everything! there's nothing to fight for!

She: there's always something to fight for! fight for your heart, for your dreams. Fight for your love, for your feelings, just please, don't give up, keep fighting, don't go away...

the other girl: there's nothing I can do, I have to go. I'm really sorry.

and when the other girl left, the first one burst out crying. now, she had lost her best friend, her last friend. she had no one left. but she got up and said, strongly:

I'm never going to give up fighting. Never, ever.  

miss you

I miss you, every day, every hour, every time I look at the past, I think of you, and I wish we could just be together as before;
I search my photos at the computer, then, your face appears at some of these photos, smiling at me. And it hurts, it hurts deep in my heart, because I think I'll never see your smile again;
Memories of us, laughing, playing, dancing, and... well, just being together and enjoying every moment of it. But now, these moments are gone.
There was no day, I didn't think of you, you were always there, in my mind, in my happiest memories. I remember, that you taught me so much things... I remember, too, that when I was with you, I was never sad. The only sad things we said to eachother, was "goodbye".
And it hurted even more, when we said goodbye, knowing this could be our last goodbye.
I remember, that we conspired against your sister and her stuffed dog. It was so fun!
I don't know if you feel this way too, but I feel like there's a missing part of me, and this part, it's with you.

teenage dream

"you make me, feel like I'm living a teenage dream..."

wishes

Well, today I'm going to tell my secret wishes:
- I wish I was popular;
- I wish I could go to parties every weekend;
- I wish I had money to go shopping;
- I wish I had a cute boyfriend;
- I wish that, to say sorry, would be easy, simple. And the person would forgive me easily;
- I wish I had a best friend like the movies;
- I wish I could get so drunk I wouldn't even remember my name;

These are some of my secret wishes, but I know, that every teenager in the world, wishes something like that.

what to do

What to do, when you are lost?

What to do, when you are feeling lonely?
Where to run?
Which path to choose?
What to do?
I probably don't know, I have no one. I am just another person in the world, living alone under a bridge. I am nothing, near the whole world. My acts won't change anything. My choices won't afect anyone.
I haven't always been like this, you know, pessimist. When I was a child, I used to think everything was gonna be all right, everybody would be ok. But I was wrong. When I was, I think 12, my mom started to feel sick. And then, suddenly, without warning, without fanfare, without preparation, she had a baby, and died, leaving the baby to my care. My little brother. He was so small, and I did not know how to handle him. My father had left long ago, and I doubted my bother's father would come back to us.
So I left my brother at the door of a house where there lived a childless couple, I waited until morning, they opened the door, saw my brother, and adopted him. I was happy in that moment, but only a few hours later, I was crying my heart out. Once, I had everything, a mother, a brother, a father. Even if I didn't have a house, or went to school, I was happy. Truly happy. But now, there was I. Alone in the world with only 12 years. I grew up thinking I was alone, thinking I was going to die. Everytime I went to sleep, the same nightmares plagued me. Night after night.
Some years later, when I was 17, I found a guy, he was wonderfull to me. Even thought I was a homeless girl, he loved me. We stayed together, and I got pregnant. But then, the unpredictable. There was him, there was a car. The car was running, he was crossing the street. The car hit him. In a moment, he was alive, in the other, he wasn't. I was completely broken. All I wanted, was to die. But and the baby inside of me? He needed someone. He needed to live. I decided to do my best to take care of him.
And, well, here I am, alone, weak, thin, starving, tired, ill, pregnant and homeless... But I know, that someday, I'll be happy again.
I just don't know what to do.

wonder

I wonder what it feels, to be loved.
I wonder how it feels, to love.
I wonder how it feels, to have someone you could call yours.
But I'll just keep wondering. Because these days, all the boys are GAYS.

childhood#2

impossible

time passes;

"October…November…December…January…Time passes. Even

when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me." – Bella Swan

promisse

he: I'm going to miss you...

she: me too... can you promisse me only one thing?
he: sure...

he: do you promisse you won't forget me? Do you promisse you will always remember us, everything we've gone through, all the fights, all the kisses, all the places we went togheter, all the cute thing we've done to each other, every gift, every present, every happy and sad memory of us?

he: I promisse you, with all my heart, I'll never forget you. Never, ever...

Marley and Me

don't

"...There are things we don't want to happen, but have to accept; things we don't want to know, but have to learn, and people we can't live without, but have to let go. "

what do we do

“What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world remains and is immortal.”

sorry

it was not for pride, not in anger, nor with the intention of hurting you ... Sometimes I wish you could read my mind, only to know what I wanted to say: I'm sorry

ohana

forgetting

Dizem que para curar certas feridas, é necessários esquecê-las. Apagá-las de nossas mentes.
Me disseram isso há muito tempo atrás. E eu tentei. Realmente, todas essas feridas cicatrizaram e fecharam, e agora, é como se nunca tivessem existido.
Existem fatos sem importância que esquecemos, coisas, lugares. Esses fatos são fáceis de se esquecer.
Agora, existem aquelas feridas, que quando são feitas, causam uma hemorragia. E depois disso, infeccionam, e o tempo todo você as sente e se lembra delas. É difícil esquecê-las, perdoá-las. Mas nós conseguimos, com um certo esforço. Mas é difícil. Sofremos muito durante o processo, pois além da dor, dói a perda, o cansaço, a exaustão das tentativas. E depois disso, nos recuperamos, mas sempre deixamos um pedaço para trás.
Mas existem coisas que não queremos esquecer, mas nos esquecemos. Memórias que se perdem em meio ao vento. Fatos importantes que são esquecidos para dar lugar a novos compromissos, responsabilidades.
Mas nós nos esquecemos de tudo, tiramos o velho, para dar lugar ao novo. Esquecemos sem querer, e depois disso, perdemos lembranças que não queríamos perder. Nomes, pessoas, lugares, parentes, presentes... Tudo isso se perde em meio a turbulência da vida. Fica pra trás...
Agora dói em meu peito saber, que com você também será assim. Viveremos um conto de fadas, para no final, nos esquecermos um do outro, e seguirmos caminhos diferentes sem ao menos se lembrar de que algum dia no passado, houve um "nós".

cotton candy

a long time ago there was a place where dreams were like cotton candy, delicate, sweet, thin and soft, which melted in the mouth and caressed their lips.

heart

Our heart can see what our eyes can't, feel what our hands don't feel, e understand what our minds would never do.

universe

It's a little big planet...

cute

She: Ohh! I love him so much!

Her friend: Why?

She: Because he's cute!

Her friend: ... and?

She: He loves me with all his heart and would never leave me alone. Everytime I'm crying, he comes and dry my tears. All those times when I was sad, I was hurt, I was lonely, he was there, holding me all the way.

colors

I think, everybody should paint their lives, as they want them to be.

wish

"mom: blow it, and make a wish sweetheart!

daughter: I wish all my fears would go away, I wish all my dreams would come true."

Dewey - Um Gato Entre Livros

"A vida é assim. Todos de vez em quando passamos pelas lâmi­nas do trator. Todos ficamos machucados e nos cortamos. Algumas vezes, as lâminas cortam fundo. Os que têm sorte saem com alguns arranhões, um pouco de sangue, contudo isso não é o mais impor­tante. O que realmente importa é ter alguém para pegá-lo, abraçá-lo apertado e dizer que está tudo bem.

Durante anos, achei que tinha feito isso com Dewey. Achei que essa era a história que eu tinha de contar. E fiz isso. Quando Dewey estava machucado, com frio e chorando, eu estava lá. Segurei-o. Certifiquei-me de que estava tudo bem.

Mas essa é apenas uma lasca da verdade. Na realidade, por todos aqueles anos, nos dias difíceis, nos dias bons, e durante todos os dias não lembrados que compõem as páginas do verdadeiro livro de nossas vidas, Dewey estava me segurando.

E ele continua me segurando. Desse modo, obrigada, Dewey. Obrigada. Seja lá onde você estiver."

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high heels

childhood

Look at her. Just being herself. She is so innocent, so dreamy and so optimistic. I wish we could be just like that. Big kids living an eternal childhood.

wishing stars

roses

I wish he would send me roses...

rock and roll lullaby - B.J. Thomas

She was just sixteen and all alone
When I came to be
So we grew up together
My mama child and me
Now things were bad and she was scared
But whenever I would cry
She'd calm my fears and dry my tears
With a rock and roll lullaby

And she would sing sha na na na na na na na ...
It will be all right sha na na na na na....
Sha na na na na na na na ...
Now just hold on tight

Sing it to me mama (mama mama ma)
Sing it sweet and clear, oh!
Mama let me hear that old rock and roll lullaby

We made it through the lonely days
But Lord the nights were long
And we'd dream of better moments
When mama sang her song
Now I can't recall the words at all
It don't make sense to try
'Cause I just knew lots of love came thru
In that rock and roll lullaby

And she'd sing sha na na na na na na na
It will be all right
Sha na na na na na na na
Now just hold on tigh

I can hear you mama, mama, mama, mama
nothing loose my soul
like the sound of the good old rock and roll lullaby

lullaby

"So sing me a lullaby, telling it all is going to be fine..."

abortion

MONTH ONE
Mommy, I’m only 8 inches long but I have all my organs. I love the sound of your voice. Every time I hear it, I wave my arms and legs. The sound of your heart beat is my favourite lullaby.

MONTH TWO
Mommy, today I learned how to suck my thumb. If you could see me, you could definitely tell that I’m a baby. I'm not big enough to survive outside my home, though. It's so nice and warm in here.

MONTH THREE
you know what mommy, I'm a girl!!! I hope that makes you happy. I always want you to be happy. I don't like it when you cry. You sound so sad. It makes me sad too, and I cry with you even though you can’t hear me.

MONTH FOUR
Mommy, my hair is starting to grow. It's very short and fine, but I will have a lot of it. I spend a lot of my time exercising. I can turn my head and curl my toes and fingers, and stretch my arms and legs. I'm becoming quite good at it too.

MONTH FIVE
you went to the doctor today mommy. He lied to you. He said that I'm not a baby. I am a baby Mommy, your baby. I think and feel. Mommy, what's abortion?

MONTH SIX
I can hear that doctor again. I don’t like him. He seems cold and heartless. Something is introducing my home. The doctor called it a needle. Mommy, what is it? It burns!! Please make him stop! I can’t get away from it! Mommy!!! Help me! No.....

MONTH SEVEN
Mommy, I'm okay. I'm in Jesus' arms. He is holding me. He told me about abortion. Why didn’t you want me mommy?


Every abortion is just one more heart that was stopped. Two more eyes that will never see. Two more hands that will never touch. Two more legs that will never run. One more voice that will never speak.

lonely

hello? hello? anyone?
I'm all alone, I can feel it.  nobody cares about me anymore!
mommy? mommy! please! come take me home! I need someone to dry my tears, someone to hug me and say: it'll be ok. everything it's going to be fine.
please daddy, sing to me! carry me away from this place! pack me to the sound an old lullaby. the same old songs you sang to me long time ago!
I don't want to be alone anymore. I just need a friend, a shoulder, somewhere I could hide from the coldness of the outside... please! somebody take me away from here! take me!
loneliness, the only feeling that could describe what I'm feeling. all the time. every day. every hour of the day. every day of the year. every year of my life....