if you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea, i'll sail the world, to find you. if you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, i'll be the light to guide you. you can count on me like one, two, three. i'll be there, and i know when i need it i can count on you like four, three, two. and you'll be there, cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah 

if you're tossing and you're turning and you just can't fall asleep, i'll sing a song beside you. and if you ever forget how much you really mean to me, everyday I will remind you. you can count on me like one, two, three. i'll be there, and i know when i need it i can count on you like four, three, two. and you'll be there, cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah 

you'll always have my shoulder when you cry, i'll never let go, never say good-bye. you. you can count on me like one, two, three. i'll be there, and i know when i need it i can count on you like four, three, two. and you'll be there, cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah 

obrigada por tudo ♥

i found your hair band on my bedroom floor
the only evidence that you've been here before
and i don't get waves of missing you anymore
they're more like tsunami tides in my eyes
never getting dry, 
so am i close to you anymore if it's over?
and there's no chance that we'll work it out
that's why you and I ended over U N I
and i said that's fine but you're the only one that knows i lied
i never wanna settle down, come around, break up the love like lego now
never wanna turn into another like you
sleep with my thoughts and i dance with my views
everything's great, not everything's sure
but you live in your halls and i live in a tour bus
like our last kiss it was perfect but we were nervous on the surface
and i'm always saying everyday that it was worth it, pain is only relevant if it still hurts
i forget like an elephant or we can use a sedative and go back to the day we fell in love on first kiss
so am i close to you anymore if it's over?
and there's no chance that we'll work it out
you and i ended over U N I
and i said that's fine but you?re the only one that knows i lied
because if i was gonna go somewhere
i'd be there by now
and maybe i can let myself down
and i'm thinking i'm unaware, i keep my feet on the ground
and keep looking around to make sure I'm not the only one to feel low
because if you want, i'll take you in my arms and keep you sheltered
from all that I've done wrong
and i know you'll say that I'm the only one
but I know god made another one of me to love you better than i ever will.
you and i ended over U N I
and i said that's fine but you're the only one that knows i lied

quem me dera que as coisas não fossem tão complicadas. eu gosto muito de ti. obrigada por tudo. parabéns, samuel

if i died tomorrow, put in my ask (here) the one thing you’d want me to know. it can be a paragraph, it can be a sentence.

i've been listening to bon iver, birdy, lana del rey, lykke li, city and colour, best coast and russion red a lot. i'm tired of everything, more than anything i feel sad. people think they can do whatever they want, walk out of our life and fuck everything up. it's not that i'm not ok... sometimes i'm, but people always make sure to remember me that things aren't that easy.

i just don't understand. sometimes i want you to get away from my life. you're so immature. i'll probably never forgive you for the things you did... the things you said, but i love you. you're my sister

when I look back on my life, it's not that i don't want to see things exactly as they happened, it's just that i prefer to remember them in an artistic way. and, truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest because i invented it. clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer. memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics - they can all be lost forever, it's sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, i must now fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again. it's not that I've been dishonest it's just that i loathe reality.

cold to the bone, i can not remember much from that december, bruised and alone. pushing through the rough tide, keep it on the inside. this time do what you want, do what you want to me