The radio is playing love songs about you.

outra vez sentada no chão do meu quarto encostada à cama com um prato com migalhas e uma caneca quase vazia enquanto a manhã nasce triste, fria e cinzenta. continuo à tua espera. sozinha. as lágrimas, essas estão quase a vir. porque a loucura já mora(va) aqui, mesmo antes de o saber. não consigo dormir sabendo que não acordas.

I'm passing the afternoon with two amazing guy friends. We are drinking a pretty sweet white wine, smoking some cigarettes, playing FIFA games, listening to The Beatles, laughing and talking about pubic hairs. The happy usual again... 

I've fallen in love and I'm falling apart.

The lost feelings found me again.

I just want to scream. It is love. It is pain.

How can some people be so fucking sexist and homophobic? I don't believe of their capacity to truly love. But I'm just a hypocrite.

When you smile a countdown starts and everyone disappears.