Curioso...

Sorte no jogo, azar no amor...
Não sei o porquê, mas as coisas nao me correm bem, as minhas escolhas não parecem ser as certas... por alguma razão sinto algo por ti... não sei o q é... mas sei que me alegro com o teu sorriso, sinto-me bem quando tou do teu lado, sinto-me!

Não sei... a minha inspiração tem estado em biaxo... mais um post desinspirado...

Sinto calafrios... e a minha pele ta eriçada...

Um sentimento dolorosamente agradável...

by Princesa Sisi

Choose Life (I)

"Choose life.
Choose a job.
Choose a carrer.
Choose a family.Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and eletrical tin openers.
Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance.
Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a started home.
Choose yor friends.
Choose leisurewear and matching luggage.
Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in arage of fucking fabrics.
Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on sunday morning.
Choose sitting on that couch whatching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing games shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rooting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.

Choose life."

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