Come on baby, let's ride
We can escape to the great sunshine

 

Oh Dexter, why do you have to be fiction, I can't help to feel we'd be great together

“I’ve lived in darkness a long time. Over the years my eyes adjusted, until the dark became my world and I could see.”

—

“Dexter”

Rogue

The rest of the photos I took last week, these ones I think it lacks something but meh, I'm bored, so in egocentric way, what better way to entertain myself.

I have much to write and yet when I sit my ass down, nothing good comes out of it, just gibberish and nonsense. Oh how I miss the old days when writing was so natural to me, where words were an extension of my fingers.
So, in my cute (or so I like to think) awkwardness I bid you all a goodbye and goodnight. 

The world is full of poets
We don't need any more
The world is full of singers
We don't need any more
The world is full of lovers
We don't need any more...

A solidão aperta, mas estar preso a alguém, apertava mais.

Something I wrote long time ago

We are minor in everything but our passions

 

Mas, porque não compreendia as outras pessoas, e tinha de viver no meio delas, tornei-me uma actriz