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"Sometimes i use sex to avoid drugs"

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(and so lame I could smurf.)

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‎"Se tens um coração de ferro, bom proveito. O meu, fizeram-no de carne, e sangra todo dia." José Saramago

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Nunca fiques com ciúmes quando vires a(o) tua(teu) EX com outra pessoa... Lembra-te que os nossos pais ensinaram-nos a dar os nossos brinquedos usados para os mais necessitados...

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Candy says I've come to hate my body And all that it requires in this world Candy says I'd like to know completely What others so discretely talk about I'm gonna watch the blue birds fly Over my shoulder I'm gonna watch them pass me by Maybe when I'm older What do you think I'd see If I could walk away from me Candy says I hate the quiet places That cause the smallest taste of what will be

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There you were, my precious, not long ago. Hidin' behind the shadows of your broken soul. Why is it always you want something you can never have? Why did you try to tempt me? How could you be this way? Your throat I take grasp. Then your eyes roll back. Love racing through my veins. Your heart stops beating. Black orgasms. I kiss your lifeless skin. There you were, my precious, with your

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Hey! Not playing with your delirium And the longer you wait the harder you're gonna fall Stop playing with your delirium 'Coz you're outta your head and outta your self control

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"We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin." Andre Berthiaume

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- Faz-me um like... - Gosto disto... gosto... disto... gosto... taaaaaan.... aaaan... aaaaaan... to ... tanto... ... disto...

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Pá... Então quer dizer... Fez 25 anos... Uma vida inteira a trabalhar na quinta... Ehem... Alguém tem uma foto actualizada do moço? (Já sei, bichice overload. Vá de vez em quando posso... Hmk? :P)

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.Animal de hábitos ou hábitos animais?

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"My sweet oh luscious lifeYou taste so sweetWhen you are so freeMy sweet oh luscious life you taste so sweet to meHold time no need for the moment of the dayI celebrate I need I need today"

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After all the time, after you, Had you seen me with someone new? Hangin so high for your return But the stillness is a burn Had I seen it in your eyes There'd have been no try after try Your leaving had no goodbye Had I just seen one in your eyes I can't give it up To someone elses touch Because I care too much Could you tell I was left lost and lonely Could you tell Things ain't worked out

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Lykke Li - Possibility Enviado por x3Mathiildoux3. - Clipes, entrevista dos artistas, shows e muito mais.

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Vivre quand tout lâche, quand tout casse, quand tout clash Quand tous les blues ont sali ta raison, ta maison, tes saisons Quand tout est sombre, plus rien n’est doux J’ai peur de tout

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All my life I've been the slave of consequence, wondering how this life could be so intricate. I wanna rewrite my heart and let the future in, I wanna open it up and let somebody in... Can you free me from the logic that I knew? I believe it! Even if it is not true... Am I falling asleep on my feet again? I call out, is anybody listening? And it's like I'm diving into emptiness, But at least

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Esta semana foi estranha: começaram a atravessar-se no meu caminho os meus ex. Alguns ex-cenas, outros ex-namorados mesmo (hew, *a palavra n*). Uns com sorrisos abrangentes como se nada se tivesse passado (os meus favoritti, porque assim posso escolher -eu- como tratá-los - oh evil little me), outros com conversas estranhas e querer combinar cafés para mais conversas estranhas (oh, os eternos

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From the east to the south I tongue the roof of my mouth To new days of doubt without you First gear, I face the trouble ahead Final word has been said Long distance spread between us I tell myself to Hold on, won’t be long Till I grow through this struggle Time to wake up, find my soul Happy without you oh [repeat] [repeat][repeat] [repeat][repeat][repeat][repeat][repeat][repeat][

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Giv'em a tv set, an effertless song and a candy bar and they'll happily do tricks for you.

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Tenho uma caixinha onde guardo algum "equipamento de mergulho" ou "pastilhas valda", às vezes as duas coisas. É a minha candy box. Hoje tinha um cartão que "alguém especial" me deu no bolso e achei que era boa ideia guardá-lo num sítio seguro. Pu-lo nessa caixinha. Todas as minhas drogas estão agora guardadas no mesmo sítio.

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"A maioria pensa com a sensibilidade, eu sinto com o pensamento." by Fernando Pessoa

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SÊ coerente. Deixa-me lá em paz. (editado...)

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Isto é malabarismo complicado. Já não é a primeira vez que um amigo me pede para eu lhe dizer o que acho de um texto ou de um desenho. Alturas há em que prefiro sorrir e desconversar - porque sim, it's that bad. E apesar de preferir que me digam - a mim - a verdade a doer, eu próprio tenho por vezes dificuldade em fazê-lo. Porque não quero magoar os sentimentos alheios e/ou porque acho que não

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... mas *raramente* consegues tirar a aldeia da bixa...

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(ou "Para fazer chorar as pedras da calçada em modo braindead"): If he should ever come our way Dry the tears and look somewhere above him Might be easier to say than to do But just pretend that you no longer love him When your back's against the ropes When you miss someone the most It can only get better Be still my heart It can only get better We've come this far It can only get better

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(Roubado a um amigo no facebook, por isso não tenho source...)

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... quando pessoas do nosso passado reaparecem e surgem coisas que na altura não demos importância. A acreditar que as pessoas mudam, que as pessoas crescem... Estou a gostar de redescobrir-te. E desta calma que me trazes escondida na tempestade.

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."Um fraco rei faz fraca a forte gente." by Luís Vaz de CamõesO Camões é que sabe

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Und warum? Nur für den Kick - für den Augenblick? Und warum? Nur ein Stück - von dem falschen Glück? Und warum? Nur für den Kick - für den Augenblick? Und warum? Du kommst nie mehr zurück - komm zurück ...

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A wikipédia diz que hoje é o dia da celebração bissexual

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[censurado]: ataque de TMI :P

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Num ataque de nostalgia tive a infeliz ideia de procurar no facebook as pessoas da minha turma da Escola Primária. Assustei-me. Com todas as que encontrei (lembrava-me só de dois ou três nomes... oops). Moral da história? Adoro a minha vida.

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"Quem não quer ser lobo (que) não lhe vista a pele"

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Podes ser uma pessoa gira, divertida, social, que as pessoas olham e admiram porque consegues ser diferente, casual, cómico... mas intelectual, emocional e psicologicamente continuas a estar a milhares de anos luz de mim. E isso dispenso. (We can still be friends though :P) Ah, PS: I won't settle for anything less than what I'm looking for. Even if I don't know what that is. But I sure the

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Don't let go Never give up Don't let go Never give up, it's such a wonderful life wonderful life, wonderful life, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful life wonderful life, wonderful life, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful life Don't let go Don't let go

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Às vezes já é tarde demais. Fazemos asneira e não dá para voltar atrás.Se fosse só comigo, os danos colaterais de atitudes irreflectidas seriam só meus, mas o problema é mesmo quando magoamos as pessoas de quem gostamos. Magoei uma pessoa de quem gosto de alma e coração. Falhei redondamente. Fui egoísta. Errei.Desculpa.

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Às vezes as pessoas precisam fazer das outras vilões para se conseguirem afastar delas. Às vezes as pessoas precisam de ser vilões para que as outras pessoas se afastem delas... mesmo que seja para o bem das últimas.

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Parece que hoje é o mundial da f0t0gr4fi4. @ Amsterdam durante um dos passeios do m0rg4n e da m0rg4n4

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There’s no turning back now. The decison is made. I’m still here, and I'm there also. Yes I AM. I’m fighting in my own dark world, trying to survive. Just breathe me, even if you don’t see me, even if you don’t understand, even when i hurt you… I WILL be there, where you know me. Remember , I WILL. Let me sleep in your heart, and wait for my rebirth. Then, the stage will be ours.

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Tenho que aprender que, apesar de serem 4 da manhã num dia de semana, existe a possibilidade de um vizinho estar a entrar no prédio a essa hora. Note to self: as escadas são fodidas de subir, mas mais vale do que ficar com cara de pato enquanto *nos* pedem desculpa por interromper...

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"ter esperança; aguardar com desejo e uma certa confiança de que algo se vá realizar"a seu tempo, tudo a seu tempo... e muita paciência.

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You think you are invincible When in fact you're powerless You're missing the principal You'll fear the loneliness It's just like time has stopped It's always someone's fault Turn back the hands of the clock I'll turn into a pillar of salt A tragedy brings misery Misery loves company Company is misleading I've made it this far Without you My heart may never beat again baby Or have you got

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She said to me, over the phoneShe wanted to see other peopleI thought, well thenLook around, they’re everywhereSaid that she was confusedI thought, darlin’, join the club24 years old, mid-life crisisNowadays hits you when you’re youngI hung up, she called back, I hung up againThe process had already startedLeast it happened quickI swear I died inside that nightA friend, he’d called, I didn’t

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Passamos noites de loucura, noites de calor de verão e de peles que fervem desejosas de sensações. E de repente alguém se atravessa no nosso caminho que pode levar-nos ao aconchego das certezas. Mas paramos de reconhecer as nossas vontades, questionamos a existência que levamos, pedimos respostas a perguntas que não se fazem mas inevitavelmente se sentem. As verdades absolutas são inexistentes (

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Depois de ter o mesmo telemóvel durante dois anos - e hey, estava todo lascado, faltava-lhe um botão ou outro, e toda a gente se queixava que se ouvia mal quando me ligavam, mas foi o telemóvel que mais aguentou nas minhas mãos - finalmente fui convencido a actualizar-me. E pronto, entrei no mundo Vodafone360. Aquilo sincroniza com o facebook, vai lá buscar informação de contacto e faz o merge

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Andei aqui às voltas com palavras significantes que pudessem fazer um ponto de situação de um ano. Mas não me apetece. Quero re-apropriar-me deste meu canto. Sem justificações.

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Está moribundo... mas ainda vivo. E de repente apeteceu-me espreitá-lo.

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Preciso de fechar esta coisa oficialmente.

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Para as dezenas de pessoas que vêm aqui parar pelo Google à procura de informação sobre a smart shop do Bairro Alto, informa-se que esta se chama "Cogumelo Mágico" e localiza-se na Rua Luz Soriano, nº29.Pronto. É que devia ser frustrante chegar aqui e só encontrar isto...

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And all is well that does not end, and that is good.Never ending nights popping eyes open, inquisitive shades wondering and learning.Strangely beautiful meaningless people.Le Marais, or maybe just a small building, or a house over the hills, or nothing at all because now is right here.Lips lost in time, when time is so meaningless.The warmth.A gentle goodbye with a kiss stolen from the

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Here comes another day in isolationhold out your handfeel my brain burnsyou suck and lick but you still don't know whyI could fuck your brains outbut I'm not interested in that life

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Hello and welcome to the mental health hotline.-If you are Obsessive Compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.-If you are Codependent, ask someone to press 2 for you.-If you are Multiple Personality, pres 3 – 4 – 5 – 6-If you are Paranoid, we know what you are, what you want. Stay on the line and we’ll trace your call.-If you are Delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mothership.-If

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Já gostei mais dos Placebo - uma cena da idade I guess.Mas os meninos, com a partida de Steve Hewitt, arranjaram um novo boy toy. O puto tem muito estilo para um baterista e mexe-se que nem louco.Aha. Giro.

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All those beautiful boysPimps and queens and criminal queers...All those beautiful boysTattoos of ships and tattoos of tears...

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Iam duas formigas a andar na rua e cruzam-se na esquina. Pergunta a primeira:- Como é que te chamas?- Fu.- Fu quê?- Fumiga. E tu?- Ôta.- Ôta quê?- Ôta Fumiga.

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for a dream...

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Mania que as pessoas têm de tirar conclusões precipitadas...

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é impressionante como num dia podemos estar a celebrar a alegria de viver e no dia a seguir a ser recordados de como tudo é passageiro.perder alguém que um dia tanto significou para nós - que faz(ia) parte de nós - é violento, cruel, injustificável... e a única certeza da vida.(em teu nome, em nome do teu sorriso que marcou toda a gente que te conheceu, em nome de tudo aquilo que vivemos, de tudo

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Não pretendo ser dono da verdade.Nunca.Sei apenas o que sinto, o que chega aos meus olhos e o inegável, seja isso o que for. Sei que existem pessoas próximas (outras distantes mas sempre tão aqui), pessoas bonitas (outras que preferem ser feias por motivos que não tento sequer compreender), pessoas que, como me tinha acontecido a mim, se esqueceram (por momentos?) que nem tudo tem que ser negro e

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de um dos meus filmes favoritos de há uns anos atrés

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Ontem foi noite de Barbies ehe aqui está, em homenagem a elas... ;)

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(hair electro?)

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You don’t need toEmerge from nothing.

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- Vá, temos que ir espreitar.- LOL, tá bom, bora lá.Entramos. O ambiente é escuro e a média de idades anda muito perto dos 40 pra cima - provavelmente por isso é que nos deixaram entrar "à vontade".O bar, "Eagle", é um dos múltiplos que têm espaços para tudo e mais alguma coisa, e a curiosidade tinha que levar a melhor. Entramos e ficamos na boa, ninguém abusa da confiança. Estão várias pessoas

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No tempo em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos,Eu era feliz e ninguém estava morto.Na casa antiga, até eu fazer anos era uma tradição de há séculos,E a alegria de todos, e a minha, estava certa como uma religião qualquer.No tempo em que festejavam o dia dos meus anos,Eu tinha a grande saúde de nãa perceber coisa nenhuma,De ser inteligente para entre a família,E de não ter as esperanças que os

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... e a ele também:

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aha ha haha aha aha ha h ahaa ha ha ha ha aahahahahahaha a haha ha ha ahaha hah...(expira... inspira...)ahaha ha ha ahha ahaha a ha ha ha hah aha aha ahah ah aah(acabei de visitar esta pérola de site. Inclui valiosa informação tal como:"Hetracil is the world's most widely prescribed anti-effeminate""You should know that the recommended length of treatment with an anti-effeminate is 6 to 12 months

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Estou viva, mas pelos vistos a minha fase egoista está para durar. Não sei quando vai passar, nem quando volto. A isto se chama crise existêncial de primavera (seja lá o que isso for).Agora vou num instantinho dar uns ares de altruismo e partilhar aqui uma musiquinha engraçada.

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Os Simpsons mudaram, pela primeira vez em 19 anos, a sequência de abertura da série:fonte

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