I want…
I want hugs.
Seriously. It sounds so stupid, but I do.
I want to be hugged.
I want to have someone gaze into my eyes and tell me how much he loves me.
I want to be told I’m pretty.
I want to feel treasured.
I want to laugh.
I want to be free (or at least reasonably priced).
I want to be able to show someone how much I care.
I want….to be happy.
I’m trying to put my life together, to try and make the jumbled puzzle pieces fit in some semblance of order. But every time I feel like I’m making progress….someone comes along and kicks the puzzle, sending pieces flying.
Não sei vocês mas eu
quasetive um ataque pirotécnico ao ver essas coisas lindas…Só tenho mais duas palavras: EU PRECISO!
Random people: Late at night →
At night she is awake. Only in the morning she can go to sleep. Somehow life seems more real to her at night. Feelings are more intense, deeper. When she is happy, excited, cheerful, she doesn’t want to go to sleep because she feels so good, because the night increases her happiness. But if she is…


