Ninguém consegue ser feliz com a alegria alheia. A felicidade é uma maldição cravada em carne viva no coração de todos aqueles que vivem sem ela, tal como o amor. Quem vive sem amor não consegue conviver com os apaixonados. E quem vive com amor já não consegue aprender a viver de outra maneira.
First it hurts, you cry, you feel bad, you cry, you think, you have nightmares, you cry, you blame and cry a bit more.
Then there is a day when you feel good, you feel better, not completely happy, you know you’re not fully happy, but you’re good, just fine, just happy. And you do stuff that you like, without thinking too much, you enjoy life in a way you didn’t even remember, and you live for yourself and not someone else.
A week passes by and you start to feel empty. A week after you start thinking, you start having nightmares, you feel bad… And then, it just hurts again.
It hurts, you cry, you feel bad, you cry, you think, you have nightmares, you cry, you blame, all over again.
Does it ever stop?
tumblrbot asked: WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?
can’t remember, maybe I’m not human … ?!