Candy and Dan are

Here

Done with this

Done with this shitty blog

oh kelsey's done

http://whatcatherinedid.blogspot.com

Danny was a liar

You're a fucking liar

I look back to the Cross

I rise my arms up to sky and pray,
I know that no matter what You'll never fail me.
Thank you, i shall not fear.

"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning" PSL 30:5

QuEm NÃo TEm TeCtO dE ViDrO qUe AtIrE a 1ª PeDrA

Tonight the stars hang vividly to her eyes

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23:1

Amo-te

Para sempre.

Down In A Cold Place

OMG

Just a little sick, that's all.

I'm sick of this fuckin' blog, it's starting to annoy me. I'm sick of purple, it's starting to annoy me even more. I'm sick of indie. rock. pop. punk. pretty much any sound. i'm sick of singing-along. I'm sick of all the same freakin' music, of changing track and hearing the same freakin thing. I'm sick of the sun. The light, whatever. I'm sick of these creepy, too-long nights, when i can't sleep at all. I'm sick of people and their stupid faces. I'm sick of all the little things that i care about and shouldn't. I'm sick of watching the days go by and feeling old. I'm sick of making a fuss about everything and nothing, like it's all a matter of life and death. I'm sick of feeling like there's nothing to care about anymore. I'm sick of talking - maybe i'll just shut up for who-knows-how-long, I'm sick of looking, wondering, walking, writing, eating, doing nothing, being awake, sleeping, dreaming. I'm sick of not dreaming, i'm sick of feeling trapped, I'm sick of feeling out of air, i'm sick of wanting to do something and not wanting to move, i'm sick of missing you, I'm sick of feeling like a trainwreck.
I'm sick of every fuckin' thing.
I'm sick of feeling sick.
Probably i'm just sick of me.

.

"Breakaway

This empty space

Bring me back to You

Over and over again

Open eyes to see your face

Bring me back to You

Over and over"

Just Pretend

Cosmic Love

ShoopShoopDelangDelang

Hey du.

Honeybee

My Farewell To Metro Station

Dear Trace Cyrus,
I'd just like to say that No One with a BRAIN would take you Anywhere so, why don't you just SHUT THE FUCK UP and stop looking like a horse full of tattoos, ok?
Next time keep your thoughts to yourself about the best work you ever did. You Loser.
Much appreciated,
Catarina.

True Love Means Forever

I Can Do Anything

RAD!

And Sing, Baby Sing, In Venere Veritas

Just Like That !

Maybe I Just Need A Boombox

A Boobox Can Change The World

Hey Ho! Let's Go! II

Life's too hard,
life's purple, baby blue, and sometimes just plain dark,
Dark times make you feel the weight of the world (and life) on your shoulders and think about it all,
you get lost, you fall, you cry, life's too hard(...)and you ask - "where's the exit of this ride, please?"
- "sorry, there's no exit on this one, you'll just have to embrace your fears this time and carry on"
Well, I guess that's just the real fun of it.

Hey Ho! Let's Go!

back for good

Wonderland

You're like a melody in my head
That I can't keep out,
' Got me singing like:
"Na na na na" everyday,
It's like my iPod's stuck on replay

You're The One

You'll always be ;)