Magic is everywhere
My words
Hey. Gisela de Lamare. Rio de Janeiro - Brazil.
Magic is around us, but we most open our eyes to see. Nada mais é certo como costumava ser, não espero o perfeito, anseio pelo honesto. E sim, ' Dessa vez eu não olhei pra trás '
e eu ainda vou te pedir a foto daquele beijo que você prometeu. assim, vou poder guardar a lembrança de uma vida com você.
Não acho que se trate de um final decepcionante, simplesmente não consigo enxergar o fim. Na minha opinião sincera tem muito vida após a Esperança.
- Gisela de Lamare sobre o final da trilogia Jogos Vorazes.
eu amo colocar as minhas mãos em seus cabelos.
eu amo o seu beijo de bom dia.
eu amo seu carinho quase fraternal.
e eu amo seu cheiro que não tem outro igual.
eu amo o seu olhar.
eu amo como a gente fica junto.
eu amo seu orgulho.
e eu amo poder te ter.
eu odeio ver o jeito que você deixa ela por as mãos no seu cabelo.
eu odeio seu beijo intenso com ela.
eu odeio como você me trata perto dela.
e eu odeio ter que sentir o seu cheiro.
eu odeio a forma como você olha pra ela.
eu odeio como vocês ficam juntos.
eu odeio ter que ouvir você falando dela.
eu odeio ela poder te ter.
eu odeio acima de tudo te amar.
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→ 14 Apr 12 at 3 pm
→ 14 Apr 12 at 3 pm
When you find someone that can feel everything you have ever though that no one would.
" and for the first time in years, she has felt happy "
"What can I do when the pain doesn’t go away?"
I’ve already decided not let you ruin my life again. xoxo
we belong together.
I can see the way ou keep looking at my reactions at every step you take to any other girl. You just loves see the way I pretend not to care and don’t feel jealous. And I keep watching you while I talk about my dreams with other guys and the way they kissed me in reality. We keep pushing ourselfes into the limit of pain.
I can not handle feeling worst than you, and I know you deal with it better than me. I really hate this bond that is unbreakable. I don’t even like anymore, I can’t stand you, you’re the most horrible and sick person I’ve ever known. But why the hell we have this connection???
I hope someday we can fix ourselfes and be perfectly fine without eachother.
love story
He:
ohh, you’re alone here?
She:
Oh yes! But I’m good this way.
He:
I bet you’ll have to wait for your friends so talk to me.
She:
I’m good alone, thanks! I like to spin,alone.
He:
I’m not going anywhere without talking to you.
Many minutes past by he begging for attencion and she decided to give it for him.
She:
Okay,okay! What do you want to talk about?
He:
Anything.. let me see…. Do you like to read?
She:
Ohh, of course I really love it, I easly get in to it. And you??
He:
Oh, I don’t! The only books I’ve ever read is Harry Potter, all 7.
She:
Really, how could someone who doens’t like to read, read all 7?
He:
I love it, it’s magical.
She started to fall a little for him, like the Greek Mythology, easy and quick. They started to know eachother while his friends were trying to kiss hers.
She gently kisses his lips just like he wanted to at first. He laught and asked her if she was afraid that he didn’t want her anymore. She just laught because deep inside she knew that was exatcly was she has thought. He hugs her tight and kiss her full with passion like no one would ever belived they had just met. She talked he listened. But then there was a problem:
they both had go. He forgot to ask her number and she would never ask him.
They got away without knowing what is could have been.
