the things we do, the things I keep on doing
Someone fly over to where I live and come out to the gay club with me tonight
Hoje revisitei memórias longínquas, de quando achávamos que entendíamos o amor. A simplicidade em caminhar descalços, sem bagagem ou preocupação me faz falta. As tardes que corriam sem pretensão, as conversas que não nos levavam a lugar nenhum, conclusão nenhuma, brilham como cristais em minhas lembranças.
Em 2007, adorava emo boys. Amava-os em 2008 e detestava-te em 2009. Não sei se gosto dessa minha vida de 2010, emo-free.
All those childhood memories are popping up tonight and I’ll be guarding them so they’ll never be forgotten, covering them up in liquorice candy and haute couture.
Addiction: that’s the word that best describes my feelings towards you. ♥
Under His Favourite Tree
He wasn’t quite ready to end up with her, but he knew he had to. Although the look on her face would be excruciating when he told her it wasn’t working anymore; an euphemism he had chosen to use even being aware that it had never worked between them; it couldn’t have. To go on with that charade was too much for him.
His name was Kevin and hers was Lucy, but it was extremely rare for people to call then by these. It was always Lucy’s Kevin, that guy from my geometry class or Kev’s Lucy, the girl with the big green eyes. At Jules Verne High School, it was as though one of them couldn’t possibly exist without the other; two parts of the perfect Prom dance couple that somehow helped to balance the universe. They were meant to be together, everybody knew it, and if they could be happy so could everyone else!
The only problem to this modern fairytale was that Kevin, 16, wasn’t capable of remembering the last time he had been happy since he was at kinder garden. The one thing he did recall was the day they first kissed, at a Spin the bottle kind of party. They were 13 back then and his mate Peter had heard from one of the popular girls that Lucy Smith had a big crush on Kev. This really got him off guard, because Lucy was the one person Kevin thought of when revolutionary ideas of liberty passed his mind and made him wonder how it would feel like to talk to someone openly. He saw her as a good friend, potentially his best one in a near future. Except, the rumor was true and the future they shared was one of meaningless kisses and awkward fucks for which he had to mentally prepared himself with hours of advance; and that had brought him to a foggy present, where everyone he knew and all the things he did sounded fake and wrong.
Kevin headed to his favorite spot at the city, which, most certainly, would lose this position in his heart in a few minutes, considering that that place was always the one he went to when he needed to think things straight or to escape from rationalizing whatsoever, and that wasn’t at all the plan for the day. It wasn’t a calm, quite place, there was a lot of noise from a neighboring building, but almost nobody seemed to notice his presence there so he could relax and stare at whatever, or whoever, he felt like staring. And now it would be the scenario of his first break up.
“Hey, you” greeted Lucy as he jumped the wall and entered the garden of the abandoned Victorian terraced house he loved so much, with its huge oak tree shadowing everything. “What is this place? Why did you want us to meet here?”
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TO BE CONTINUED…
We only write about two feelings: one is the first day of summer when you and all of your friends are standing on the edge of a cliff watching the sun set and being overcome with all of your hopes and dreams at once. The other is when you’re walking alone in the rain and realize you will be alone forever”. (The Drums)
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- yeah, Iately I’ve been basically writing about the same thing ;) new posts coming soon.
Tenho dúvidas quanto ao porquê do nome Neorotic Paradise, mas definitivamente tem ligação com o jeito que eu amo, e isso evidencia-se em você com tamanha intensidade que me envergonho. Neorótico como sou, em sonho te vejo repetir o que me fez sofrer durante o dia, sua beleza avassaladora ocupando minha mente por completo, seu sorriso tímido de quem entende o que sinto mas é incapaz de corresponder. E um vislumbre de seu rosto confuso ou de seus olhos intrigados ao me flagrar te admirando, de seu corpo franzino sob suas roupas justas, tudo isso me faz tão bem! Uma palavra sua dirigida a mim tem o poder de me levar ao paraíso. E além.
