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Com o passar dos anos e, das experiências de vida, do chamado “amadurecer” eu tenho tido medo de estar me perdendo. Há pouco mais de um ano atrás, quem me visse me veria sorrindo, rodeado de sinceros e presentes amigos, apaixonado e lidando duramente com o que fosse necessário. Decorrido este ano, egresso do ensino médio, ingresso na Universidade Federal da Bahia, tenho me sentido extremamente sozinho, desiludido do amor e portando, diariamente, um sorriso falso para não deixar transparecer tamanha tristeza. Às vezes estou bem com o novo estilo de vida: despreocupado, pondo a mim mesmo em primeiro lugar, com entendimento de que ninguém é obrigado a nada. No entanto, ser essa figura “fria” me deia receoso de não mais conseguir ser “quente”. De não encontrar o amor como encontrei antes, de ter perdido essa chance e ter me relegado ao esquecimento. Amigos me dizem, o tempo todo, o quanto sou legal e maravilhoso, incrível... E apesar de sentir ser sincero e de realmente me sentir, tenho medo... De alguma coisa. Tem dias que estou extremamente bem. Outros, como este, me sinto muito mal e resignado. Parece que falta alguma coisa e não consigo descobrir o que é ou o que são.
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Hello my fellow sinners,
First off, thank you. Thank you for always being there. For speaking your mind. For following what you believe. For allowing me to grow. For granting me the opportunity to live my dream. Words simply can’t express my full appreciation and gratitude for you.
As I begin what feels like a new chapter of my life, I’m filled with immense excitement and a fresh sense of hope. I’ve seen this band through every phase, every change, every hardship. And yet my appreciation and love grows with every breath.
So I lift my arms in praise of your greatness. YOU are great. YOU are beautiful. YOU are talented, and smart, and kind, and loving, and generous, and simply amazing.
And you make me want to scream “HALLELUJAH!” from the top of my lungs with every bit of fervor and strength I possess. And I invite you to join me as you have over and over again.
So Hallelujah, my fellow sinners. Hallelujah.
Love,
Brendon Urie
Panic! At The Disco
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“Hallelujah” out now - download on iTunes. If you don’t see it yet, it’ll be available by midnight local time.
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my life started the day i got caught
under the covers
with second hand lovers
oh tied up in pretty young things
in a state of emergency
who was i trying to be
then the time for being sad is over
and you miss em like you miss no other
and being blue is better than being over it
all you sinners stand up sing hallelujah
show praise with your body stand up sing hallelujah
if you can’t stop shaking lean back let it move right through ya
say your prayers
say your prayers
say your prayers
i was drunk and it didn’t mean a thing
stop thinking about
the bullets from my mouth
i love the things you hate about yourself
just finished a daydream
who were you trying to be
then the time for being sad is over
and you miss em like you miss no other
and being blue is better than being over it
No one wants you when you have no heart and
I’m sitting pretty in my brand new scars and
You’ll never know if you don’t ever try again
So let’s try
Let’s try
Let’s try
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My first language isn’t English, so I pick things up from the people I’m around. I lived in London for some years, and I spoke slightly different then. But, I’ve also studied a lot. When I moved to London, I stayed with my sister and we had a rule. I didn’t allow her to speak Danish to me because I wanted to perfect English. And, I would repeat everything that I saw on the television.
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contains 16 mixed textures (nature and light textures)
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zip here @ deviantart. Preview of all textures here
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anonymous asked: DC or Marvel
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Detail of a page (by juliettetang)
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