Siga o exemplo... Daquelas mulheres de Athenas

Hj...
Dia perfeitoso...
Encontrar us amigos...
Foi taum baum... =]]]]]
Pra variar...xeguei atrasado...uma hora e quarenta e cinco minutos pra ser mais axato...
Ajudei lini a pintar u cabelo de heiry...
Laranja...
Uma de cabelo verdemutante!
Outra de laranja...
Em breve eu entrou pra essa turma tb...
A gent passou mais tempo du q o previsto pintando o kblo de heiry...
Aih non deu preu xegar em kza cedu cm mainha keria...
Depois disso a gent foi pra praça... comer besteira... xupar pirulito...
Ainda depois foi pra u ensaio da banda d um amigo da gent...
Metal do mal...
Foi baum...
Pena q a gent viu bem pokinhu...
Jah tava na hora de voltar...
Xupando pirulito compulsivament pra ver se acabava...
Depois voltar pra kza...
Passar uma hora esperando a porcaria do busão...
Ainda bem q non tava lotado...
Passar outra hora na integração esperando outro busão...
Enfim xegar em kza...
E saber q o gordo soh vem pra kza dumingo...
=DDDDDD
Nada mais felizz...
"This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters If you are the shores,
I am the waves begging for big moons
I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
You're secrets out I know it hurts, it was meant to
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
We never knew that you would pick it apart,
oh I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
You're secrets out I know it hurts, it was meant to
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you T
ell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
I know it hurts, it was meant to
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about H
ow all my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address on the same old lonliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address on the same old lonliness
And this is you and me and me and you until we've got nothing left "
? Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)

Hj...
Dia perfeitoso...
Encontrar us amigos...
Foi taum baum... =]]]]]
Pra variar...xeguei atrasado...uma hora e quarenta e cinco minutos pra ser mais axato...
Ajudei lini a pintar u cabelo de heiry...
Laranja...
Uma de cabelo verdemutante!
Outra de laranja...
Em breve eu entrou pra essa turma tb...
A gent passou mais tempo du q o previsto pintando o kblo de heiry...
Aih non deu preu xegar em kza cedu cm mainha keria...
Depois disso a gent foi pra praça... comer besteira... xupar pirulito...
Ainda depois foi pra u ensaio da banda d um amigo da gent...
Metal do mal...
Foi baum...
Pena q a gent viu bem pokinhu...
Jah tava na hora de voltar...
Xupando pirulito compulsivament pra ver se acabava...
Depois voltar pra kza...
Passar uma hora esperando a porcaria do busão...
Ainda bem q non tava lotado...
Passar outra hora na integração esperando outro busão...
Enfim xegar em kza...
E saber q o gordo soh vem pra kza dumingo...
=DDDDDD
Nada mais felizz...
"This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But we never stood a chance
And I'm not sure if it matters If you are the shores,
I am the waves begging for big moons
I'm mailing letters to addresses in a ghost town
You're secrets out I know it hurts, it was meant to
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
But it must be said again that all us boys are just screaming
Into microphones for attention
Because we're just so bored
We never knew that you would pick it apart,
oh I'm falling apart to songs about hips and hearts
You're secrets out I know it hurts, it was meant to
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter I used to obsess over living,
Now I only obsess over you T
ell me you'd like boys like me better
In the dark lying on top of you
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
This has been said so many times that I'm not sure if it matters
I know it hurts, it was meant to
Your secrets out and the best part is it isn't even a good one
And it's mind over (you don't) matter
From day one I talked about getting out
But not forgetting about H
ow all my worst fears are letting out
He said why put a new address on the same old lonliness
When breathing just passes the time
Until we all just get old and die
Now talking's just a waste of breath
And living's just a waste of death
And why put a new address on the same old lonliness
And this is you and me and me and you until we've got nothing left "
? Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows)
3 Comments:
At 9:36 PM,
David Lucena said…
=]]]]]]]]]
um dia vou estar com vocês no meio desse rolo
vou sim...
oa,
quero o meu azul bebê
^^
hahahaha
teu blog tah tao blog
e isso eh bom.
eu nem tow conseguindo
=\
psiu.
abração garoto.
At 11:12 PM,
Line said…
Mt onda hj! ^^
Non aguento mais pirulitos, bom q eu me livrei deles! =)
Aposto q o ônibus passou e chegou bem rapido! Dramatico!
Teh amanhã! Fun, alcool, e mais pirulitos!(non sei se isso eh bom ou ruim....eh bom msm! do preto! =])
ti amow! bjus
At 9:35 PM,
Anonymous said…
Desa vez foi akela zona na ksa de heiry... Putz!!!
Mas o q vale eh a anarquia, as amizades enquanto ela se vao com o tempo...
Jorgito, eu t amo muitxao...
T dolo.
Bjinhos
Priscila Cohen.
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