tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9178471414139046262024-03-19T04:30:49.301-03:00chá de domingoblá-blá-blá e lero-lero.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-86707126671853826902010-08-05T03:54:00.003-03:002010-08-05T04:13:38.852-03:00Eu não quero mergulhar num relacionamento:eu sou uma adolescente, eu quero alguém com quem eu possa agir feito uma idiota, com quem eu possa passar horas falando das coisas mais sem sentido. Eu quero alguém que me faça rir e com quem eu possa planejar coisas bobas que nunca acontecerão. Porque eu estou farta de assistir esses filmes nos quais a menina se apaixona pelo cara perfeito. Quem quer perfeição? Foda-se isso. Eu quero aventura, eu quero alguém para quem possa contar meus segredos e passar o fim de semana agindo como se tivesse cinco anos de novo. Eu quero me divertir.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfbuXIwcwLip6uEQhWIQGkmq9VTghqoUyITQh8ZAt-XpRwFmWqkQ_Sdj-dZuAlDgTIN6UhbMFD9FhS_zv6wRcNWgw-e40jlx2v3IODf4wtDqhhCaupQydx1Wqz_SpgAxnQNFib7px7ljV/s1600/corykennedy2_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfbuXIwcwLip6uEQhWIQGkmq9VTghqoUyITQh8ZAt-XpRwFmWqkQ_Sdj-dZuAlDgTIN6UhbMFD9FhS_zv6wRcNWgw-e40jlx2v3IODf4wtDqhhCaupQydx1Wqz_SpgAxnQNFib7px7ljV/s400/corykennedy2_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501820376177697602" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-36102588335571881302010-07-06T01:14:00.004-03:002010-07-06T01:22:08.767-03:00Por que a bíblia me diz assim.<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIuPo8KPr7U">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIuPo8KPr7U</a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-35731183602984951312010-07-04T00:07:00.003-03:002010-07-04T00:11:06.547-03:00Que na verdade<br />se eu for embora amanhã ninguém vai notar...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeg0AYzrN0KTYxuIUreutvwGdu1rTGQjEXO7YnQ2wRr9JyT13OHctAEQ-kIOHIyRmhTOTS7SlD4uFPsJhONK29jvmjnHNAJ7rfyHsRRNyvl8mOpdU2hZUKM8e3G58G5AcGtv4BvfmVPky/s1600/n1380690222_30018740_4397.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbeg0AYzrN0KTYxuIUreutvwGdu1rTGQjEXO7YnQ2wRr9JyT13OHctAEQ-kIOHIyRmhTOTS7SlD4uFPsJhONK29jvmjnHNAJ7rfyHsRRNyvl8mOpdU2hZUKM8e3G58G5AcGtv4BvfmVPky/s400/n1380690222_30018740_4397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489882952300336018" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-1823264388041605792010-05-20T02:19:00.000-03:002010-05-20T02:20:35.488-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqggBKnkXk_paGUUHF5rNyBcp6vJ6ZmnMNbOTgN5md7vmmuVI3RMSqDBK_BJ7a7g2YOzYod8kcHDP0PaLrbYpNka77LrS5IBFLT-kC4Z1Hp1M1O_vhDwMtDJo6UOoGWuC2zL7gXFy8C12/s1600/tumblr_l2bqkxp3tq1qavac2o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipqggBKnkXk_paGUUHF5rNyBcp6vJ6ZmnMNbOTgN5md7vmmuVI3RMSqDBK_BJ7a7g2YOzYod8kcHDP0PaLrbYpNka77LrS5IBFLT-kC4Z1Hp1M1O_vhDwMtDJo6UOoGWuC2zL7gXFy8C12/s400/tumblr_l2bqkxp3tq1qavac2o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473217826260047858" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-89276185677604932922010-05-20T02:05:00.004-03:002010-05-20T02:11:59.046-03:00[...] Quando as luzes se apagam na minha mente eu imploro por um sonho<br />e escondo a verdade sob minha pele<br />O vinho quase acabou<br />A cidade não é mais a mesma e eu preciso ir embora<br />Cervejas e cigarros<br />Sedativos para acalmar os monstros<br />Não aguento a verdade escapando dos meus poros<br />Muito cego<br />Muito cego para ver<br />O que eu estou fazendo aqui?<br />Correndo fora do tempo<br />Eu sou o problema da minha vida.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-70926112003703975722010-04-20T23:05:00.007-03:002010-05-20T02:18:05.441-03:00queria eu, você e a nossa faculdade<br />nosso apartamento pequeno e bagunçado<br />no centro da cidade<br />e um carro meia boca que nos deixa na mão muitas vezes quando quebra<br />mas que, no final, nos leva para os lugares<br />a saudade gostosa no fim do dia, a preguiça e o colchão (não tão) confortável<br />as discordâncias,<br />os gritos, as batidas de porta e depois<br />eu no quarto escuro e você<br />entrando assim de mancinho para me abraçar,<br />pedindo desculpas num sussurro<br />porque eu (quase) nunca dou o braço a torcer<br />e só assim para a gente dormir em paz<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSxsG1fKAH1qrbw31xgbVlFeq_mlToZOAtP3qMK-2wVfBcDPVNi52c-q_HZMGQ6rcrrBCHBlSsvG-Jqu7YRM__bcqdG79QKExMrWWPYA3amHpabtdM54N8w1qTwmXKWfVGhJVPMw0MA7l/s1600/3335210953_0c12afce27_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQSxsG1fKAH1qrbw31xgbVlFeq_mlToZOAtP3qMK-2wVfBcDPVNi52c-q_HZMGQ6rcrrBCHBlSsvG-Jqu7YRM__bcqdG79QKExMrWWPYA3amHpabtdM54N8w1qTwmXKWfVGhJVPMw0MA7l/s320/3335210953_0c12afce27_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473216677226825682" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-8113662605145663402009-10-25T14:30:00.001-02:002009-10-25T14:30:41.424-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPhstaChQ8-El0MLslfiWRhjxBioBWl-J1dKTPl_PQbAfPd50zMyNLo-5xxWyFtdyHAFF5CLCrQzrAdRphwxNy-Z9r5ZCvVJSVAetLZjyJP9DjXDGncdM6zWV-SAq1azKqmb9FXbNqKzS/s1600-h/DSCF4672.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDPhstaChQ8-El0MLslfiWRhjxBioBWl-J1dKTPl_PQbAfPd50zMyNLo-5xxWyFtdyHAFF5CLCrQzrAdRphwxNy-Z9r5ZCvVJSVAetLZjyJP9DjXDGncdM6zWV-SAq1azKqmb9FXbNqKzS/s400/DSCF4672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396575883192555586" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-27800636390857427942009-10-25T03:27:00.000-02:002009-10-25T03:28:03.985-02:00a minha alma chora<br />as feridas que não se fecharam<br />quando você não se foi.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-5622528052332757592009-10-19T19:11:00.003-02:002009-10-19T19:14:37.772-02:00It's easier to be broken, it's easier to hide<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusxg7ArMUTBuOaAs9gZuTsrYEP7U8toaNqdVu-99QC8AuJvpl5d7NBN84V5XstXnfCePfonVjQlmuA9iYs0FXtpAOJQRPPB0O8G8JVFVm8MI1vH07zBuqJ1Jh-xTdj4cFTk4kYYhFNe6n/s1600-h/OgAAAGcpARql71kNVug1_gKnb0XEX4siSDOs7EcU2CLb-gk1Usgj7muGm-Y_antwzhtiLLsL7_pwN12PlREcPlBf_noAm1T1UBNEd92gm7Kwkz98iPTrBNDB0gh5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjusxg7ArMUTBuOaAs9gZuTsrYEP7U8toaNqdVu-99QC8AuJvpl5d7NBN84V5XstXnfCePfonVjQlmuA9iYs0FXtpAOJQRPPB0O8G8JVFVm8MI1vH07zBuqJ1Jh-xTdj4cFTk4kYYhFNe6n/s400/OgAAAGcpARql71kNVug1_gKnb0XEX4siSDOs7EcU2CLb-gk1Usgj7muGm-Y_antwzhtiLLsL7_pwN12PlREcPlBf_noAm1T1UBNEd92gm7Kwkz98iPTrBNDB0gh5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394422006028514274" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-44811121338819983752009-10-19T01:58:00.004-02:002009-10-19T02:01:01.871-02:00eu queria conseguir ficar com raiva de todas as pessoas e me mudar. vocês me chateiam e me magoam mais do que imaginam.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR6VMuVSfKWOdia8Ijwoi0iOCKuC-bkC7syA5xddRNXdx3IGpVGV3SFKxQkRm7GN_sCUMld9uAlTkcWA3NWsFXI2jmty6JAyifakvH01rdoTQS94K7FpS77tsqexDUJCpGpwRL5LSih9-7/s1600-h/OgAAAAsxgwrpK3bxQgwgezmn47_s9vGjYUW6zNC_f6k4jXaeeut9bSPPGcnSJNNAaJjJaHhL_JECH-YTndxqEHj9ABAAm1T1UKVx_7lP22OXpBiproFGve0v7HBS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR6VMuVSfKWOdia8Ijwoi0iOCKuC-bkC7syA5xddRNXdx3IGpVGV3SFKxQkRm7GN_sCUMld9uAlTkcWA3NWsFXI2jmty6JAyifakvH01rdoTQS94K7FpS77tsqexDUJCpGpwRL5LSih9-7/s400/OgAAAAsxgwrpK3bxQgwgezmn47_s9vGjYUW6zNC_f6k4jXaeeut9bSPPGcnSJNNAaJjJaHhL_JECH-YTndxqEHj9ABAAm1T1UKVx_7lP22OXpBiproFGve0v7HBS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394155816796372818" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-10382063269809166912009-10-11T22:08:00.003-03:002009-10-13T18:02:23.764-03:00lie to me like they did a thousand times<br />my world's moving faster but yesterday still on my mind<br />lie to me like they did a thousand times<br />tomorrow's just one more day to put behind<br />my life's killing my rock'n'roll<br />my lifes's killing my fucking soul<br />but, please, light me up that cigarette<br />the scars mark the feelings I cannot forget<br />my world's moving faster but yesterday still on my mind<br />just lie to me like they did a thousand times<br />lie to me like they did a thousand times<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zh9dxsSI1pa_HBYlcBDqhKB0wRRrFCi2qlk-3tqZ1w0KrXz1MoBv_yJN7bRbC4JP5h_h0UOH-kXyD8xLmriMSk5U6tnNUYfHvyPuBr-UKla2MFwkCBSUrTYAF5DYGTKaLPADt7hFnBEC/s1600-h/OgAAAJ2mB27Rnwvzj3gZbjQXB39mmprfnkRFoPpCreBpxlFn6_x1LtEqWjuBbfksHri2Fy_z6Ts-e8Pm2yavHHuSpEkAm1T1UHuUcUF0VQ5Cc9e2GCNaYgwUHYGG.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0zh9dxsSI1pa_HBYlcBDqhKB0wRRrFCi2qlk-3tqZ1w0KrXz1MoBv_yJN7bRbC4JP5h_h0UOH-kXyD8xLmriMSk5U6tnNUYfHvyPuBr-UKla2MFwkCBSUrTYAF5DYGTKaLPADt7hFnBEC/s400/OgAAAJ2mB27Rnwvzj3gZbjQXB39mmprfnkRFoPpCreBpxlFn6_x1LtEqWjuBbfksHri2Fy_z6Ts-e8Pm2yavHHuSpEkAm1T1UHuUcUF0VQ5Cc9e2GCNaYgwUHYGG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391515157473383570" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-49973872031674470442009-10-01T16:51:00.004-03:002009-10-01T17:01:17.640-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHl3iqt8g7fasRJCPuR2mIBRcvwoERq49IBSa0IaINwQLm4s3_9I3KRh7UqVErQJtIW3DS7No5H8wGXCbWr6TqL4Xydkvl24GqBHNXqmCzChcBe25RXlf7F56vK-7ZVVfP6lRgbOmYzqi/s1600-h/DSCF3749.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibHl3iqt8g7fasRJCPuR2mIBRcvwoERq49IBSa0IaINwQLm4s3_9I3KRh7UqVErQJtIW3DS7No5H8wGXCbWr6TqL4Xydkvl24GqBHNXqmCzChcBe25RXlf7F56vK-7ZVVfP6lRgbOmYzqi/s400/DSCF3749.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387724015720525954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirDx19ZP_lq0SQ0CQG904ZipviVn6z7FHybEWjWpNbAz4k2f50neFgfgzTOzIm80XPLtXnKEK7EXS8N43CCM1lo-Y7ACprOq9gXOygfiiGX5YTYHdAQ6nTse5EcL97kpjRiZ7Ay3w8CnX/s1600-h/DSCF3749.jpg"><br /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-83005669248867860412009-09-30T18:13:00.000-03:002009-09-30T18:14:02.440-03:00you must trust no one.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-10963993620501687722009-08-28T16:21:00.004-03:002009-09-11T14:43:52.575-03:00Os vários centímetros de expessura da coberta mantinham o frio longe de nossos corpos nus, outrora suados e esquentados pelo atrito de nossas peles. A janela estava fechada, mas não creio que tão bem, volte e meia ouvia-se um ruído por conta do vento lá fora.<br />Meus olhos estavam fixos nas árvores que dançavam por trás da janela, eu pensava - já não sabendo ha quanto tempo - tentando descobrir quando foi que chegamos nesse ponto. A janela se abriu num tufão e eu puxei a coberta para cobrir o rosto de Jonathan, não queria que um frio incômodo o acordasse. Fechei meus olhos na tentativa inútil de afastar o frio das minhas bochechas, tanto fez. Tirei a coberta do rosto dele e lancei meu olhar para os seus olhos, vendo-os fechados num sono gostoso... Me perguntei com o que sonhava e o sorriso no seu rosto respondeu minha pergunta, comigo, é claro.<br />A verdade é que eu não entendia todas essas sensações que Jonathan me fazia sentir, tê-lo assim em meus braços era algo estranhamente delicioso e eu sabia que ele sentia o mesmo, talvez até em proporções muito maiores.<br />Desviei meus olhos para seu pulso sobre o meu peito, passando meus dedos pelas marcas vermelhas que lhe havia deixado e não conseguindo conter o leve sorriso no canto de meus lábios. Isso era o que eu fazia de melhor, melhor do que qualquer outra pessoa, do que qualquer outro amante que ele viesse a ter ou que já teve um dia. Sabia que era assim que poderia prendê-lo a mim de alguma forma, nunca fui muito bom se tratando de juras de amor e demonstrações de afeto.<br />Outro tufão abriu a janela e, novamente, cobri o rosto dele, mas desta vez, quando voltei a coberta para seus ombros, pude ver seus olhos piscando lentamente. Colei meus láios nos seus fios loiros e ainda um pouco úmidos e murmurei-lhe desculpas. Jonathan apenas grunhiu em retorno e voltou a dormir, encolhendo-se ainda mais em meus braços, o que me fez apertá-lo contra mim e respirar fundo o perfume de seus cabelos. Não poderia soltá-lo.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-14319399548688073322009-08-28T13:04:00.008-03:002009-08-28T13:25:54.576-03:00and the greatest thing of all is that<br />i dont need you at all<br />babe, your kiss was like poison<br />killing me softly everytime our tongues touched<br />and not in a good way<br />you weren't that good, babe,<br />oh no, just not that good.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-77612401587619091592009-08-18T01:28:00.003-03:002009-08-18T01:36:29.755-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IAOJ0ee3Jt9uW-_-uQ7suRWrCxuAjfzsNWLwyvAMA3ZQLnKnbq0zaPmSjqdW8gdXR3v3WVHxOfMuMuXi-JztfFYQsy4FLnKD7pN2K4GnWebPgdYp0nYLPjB03_Jr1KtyOCk6SZSI1muc/s1600-h/OgAAAKMFIhxwHVGpD6kaPYddoO8KaD6ksvOVt_eEIykGR0YlqHA8QbMhjqswd5C-EN_-_8vuJxNRkPHQGiwm5gZ4d5QAm1T1UFz4w6czLgjOR-sXyXIcwNuAXhEW.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2IAOJ0ee3Jt9uW-_-uQ7suRWrCxuAjfzsNWLwyvAMA3ZQLnKnbq0zaPmSjqdW8gdXR3v3WVHxOfMuMuXi-JztfFYQsy4FLnKD7pN2K4GnWebPgdYp0nYLPjB03_Jr1KtyOCk6SZSI1muc/s200/OgAAAKMFIhxwHVGpD6kaPYddoO8KaD6ksvOVt_eEIykGR0YlqHA8QbMhjqswd5C-EN_-_8vuJxNRkPHQGiwm5gZ4d5QAm1T1UFz4w6czLgjOR-sXyXIcwNuAXhEW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371158042475996098" border="0" /></a><br />I hate myself today.<br />I don’t know what’s happening to me.<br />I hate my face today. I think I look so shitty.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-62596464992485067992009-08-03T03:09:00.005-03:002009-08-03T03:22:06.558-03:00Esses dias acho difícil me encontrar nas palavras,<br />preciso de gestos, mais do que nunca.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-395781887392607532009-06-18T00:08:00.000-03:002009-06-18T00:09:29.719-03:00I wanted a puzzle with pieces missing.<br />I wanted a story that couldn't be told,Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-24531503925337371012009-05-30T11:48:00.001-03:002009-05-30T11:51:29.876-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNd0ZP3mNgNT4sneOVQc_fQ9oMLC1sUIIUMdfxbzjatgBODCBWl8UOFruLLoIqBlCM2hj0pcSQqkuug7aNl04NbN1Ip23l5P9BkWpPWQ4DQGxn5yoC2eq585WOQ8JNjiJDJGaplbGPnwC/s1600-h/001part.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNd0ZP3mNgNT4sneOVQc_fQ9oMLC1sUIIUMdfxbzjatgBODCBWl8UOFruLLoIqBlCM2hj0pcSQqkuug7aNl04NbN1Ip23l5P9BkWpPWQ4DQGxn5yoC2eq585WOQ8JNjiJDJGaplbGPnwC/s320/001part.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341629258832335474" border="0" /></a>Oh we could rock Or we could bomb Or we could try Like super hard Or we could come Or we could lose Or we could totally totally, totally freak you I wanna spread my dementia I wanna knock it off the line Give me attention every day and every night We could suck "They might improve" We get our grades from Professor You Or we could fly Demystified Or we could please you all night I wanna spread my dementia I wanna knock it off the line Give me attention Every day and every night Don't want no crusty bullshit No crap or attitude Just wanna get electric tonight you know with you you you you Or we could,or we could Or we could,or we could Fail. fail. Fail. So!?Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-26650686120698299432009-05-21T21:26:00.001-03:002009-05-21T21:26:53.757-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pcFNcK7z6JbbZmmuSts5gCAXdGvFXoP04t7kH0Wn4mfw9uGG4QveR_4GDAntP6XlH4sX-avbkW4dD6SKJ2u_hUuAqT_T1TOPh78dpypbZrxWzUf2LOZPzJ1IAZz5Khe6hv_HKwCq3KgO/s1600-h/DSCF9242.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1pcFNcK7z6JbbZmmuSts5gCAXdGvFXoP04t7kH0Wn4mfw9uGG4QveR_4GDAntP6XlH4sX-avbkW4dD6SKJ2u_hUuAqT_T1TOPh78dpypbZrxWzUf2LOZPzJ1IAZz5Khe6hv_HKwCq3KgO/s400/DSCF9242.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338438231120487058" border="0" /></a>Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-11281175483849009922009-05-08T23:38:00.000-03:002009-05-08T23:39:10.526-03:00eu cansei de ser.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-21979439528128297632009-03-11T16:31:00.003-03:002009-03-11T16:31:58.595-03:00a vida segue<br />no sangue e ferve<br />em êxtase.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-79650292158132175012009-03-11T16:31:00.001-03:002009-03-11T16:31:24.074-03:00a flor no cabelo da menina é amor.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-33184706285283261172009-03-11T16:27:00.001-03:002009-03-11T16:27:24.786-03:00o nosso amor é complicated demais<br />a gente briga<br />e se dispede<br />but we never say<br />goodbye.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-917847141413904626.post-72677558598119988822009-03-11T16:26:00.004-03:002009-03-11T16:27:02.940-03:00a minha vida cabe<br />num nome e em você<br />a minha vida cabe<br />no ato<br />no desejo e em você.<br />a minha vida em você.Claire.http://www.blogger.com/profile/07432669897803133692noreply@blogger.com0