Tell me where it hurts.

É só que aquele cheiro invadindo o nariz me doeu. Ver a barba rala me doeu. Ver os olhos olhando na minha direção e o pensamento de que talvez estivesse a se perguntar o motivo de eu andar agindo como se simplesmente ignorasse a presença me doeu. Eu sei que viu meu olhar de desgosto, estava olhando na hora. Doeu?

Just.

Can't you see I'm trying, I don't even like it
I just lied to get to your apartment
Now I'm staying there just for a while
I can't think 'cause I'm just way too tired
Is this it?
Is this it?
Is this it?
Said they'd give you anything you ever wanted
When they lied I knew
We were just stable children trying hard
Not to realize I was sitting right behind her
Dear, can't you see
It's them It's not me
We're not enemies
We just disagree
If I was like him
Office in this bar
He changes his mind
Says I went too far
We all disagree
I think we should disagree, yeah
Is this it?
Is this it?
Is this it?
Can't you see I'm trying, I don't even like it
I just lied to get to your apartment
Now I'm staying there just for a while
I can't think 'cause I'm just way too tired

(Is this it - The Strokes)

This is it.

Só achando.

Às vezes acho que a falta de comentário ou resposta expressa uma maior percepção. Só acho.

Euridici.

"Não espere eu ir embora pra perceber

 Que você me adora

 Que me acha foda"

(Me adora - Pitty)

Hahaha, dado o recado. E Pitty, você se acha né fia?

Can't stop watching. I know, too romantic, bleh, but Mick is soo cute!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xv4HOh9uwLc

Invasão.

Pela quarta vez tive o sonho invadido. Talvez este tenha sido o mais curioso até agora. Quero ver o próximo.

E da próxima vez aposto valendo dinheiro.

Just you.

Você me deprime, cansa e não me dá lucro, apesar do investimento.