Mayara, I'll never ever leave you!

This must be a dream your to perfect to really be mine, I hope I don't wake up. I'd feel so robbed of my perfect life with a angel. I know I have to be dreaming. I don't deserve such a amazing beautiful kind sweet girl as my other half. I know your special I can feel your magic.. Your love in every kiss as it rushes through my veins like a drug, every part of my soul can feel your heart pounding with love for me, but I do not deserve this gift I have been given but I would never complain or try to return my angel for another of less perfection. I miss you dearly every time your gone, so far that when I yell your name my words fall to the floor before the meet your presence. You are my love, my sunshine to my life. I need you forever

Now.

Happiness, to me, is many things. I am truly happy when I am content with myself. Not my appearance, not my accomplishments, not my acquaintances- just me. I am truly happy when I discover something, or someone, that enthralls, enchants, and enamors me. Music, films, nature, and people do all of these things. I love the feeling of first discovering a band that sings everything I've ever wanted to speak, I love reading a book that makes me sincerely hopeful for the hero/heroine, instead of jealous, and I like watching a movie that changes my thought process, and takes me away from a world full of propaganda, lust, and grammatical errors. I like being prideful, but humble. I am happy when I'm in a car full of my closest friends, singing mockingly to the out-dated songs played on the radio. I am happy when I'm stuck at home, playing party games with my family, laughing about ourselves. I am happy when realization strikes me unexpectedly...when I realize my life is short. I realize I possess talent. I realize that the daisies make me smile because they're happy, not because they're beautiful. I realize I can love with my whole heart without bitterness. I realize that I am significant...
I realize my life is worth it.

Hmm!

O crescimento do aprendizado. Entender que o erro sempre é uma falha. O resto é romantismo. Serenidade vem em qualquer idade. Menos nem sempre é mais. Porém, o mais SEMPRE será mais. Cheiro de chuva. Deixar os mais velhos falarem. Evitar conversas adultas demais. Conhecer pelo menos uma pessoa por inteiro. Mudar de opinião. Economizar, mas nunca deixar de usar a frieza. Ficar longe de tomadas. Se dar conta de que os palhaços não têm a menor graça. Apreciar os benefícios da mentira. Descobrir que seus pais já experimentaram maconha, porres homéricos, beijo gay. Aborrecer-se com chuva ao invés de ter medo ou vontade de tomar banho nela. Dormir no escuro. Ver o banho como necessidade. Ter nojo de lama. Conhecer a nostalgia. Ser louco pra namorar e descobrir que também pode ser uma roubada. Contatos imediatos na faculdade. Ser apresentado ao conceito de “tudo é relativo”. Amizades verdadeiras. Aperfeiçoamento infinito de ser humano sem nunca chegar à perfeição.

Decepcionar-se. Decepcionar.

Crescer pode ser puro aprendizado.

Yeaah!

Throughout my life I've always found the idea of having to choose between these two polarized genders both ridiculous and rather painful. Since neither choice actually fit my character. Not as a child, and not now as an adult. Back in gradeschool there would be fist fights, lucky for me my punch was fierce. Now one could say I'd handle these things a little more peacefully. All the same many people don\'t like you if you won't nicely put yourself in the "right" box. This set was shot inside my teeny-tiny bathroom and the claustrophobic feeling is very much there on purpose. Claustrophobia is percisely what the binary system of gender makes me feel. Why this requirement to be just one when you can be either, or neither...

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RAAAWR !