dreams of an insomniac

22 long years.
Portuguese girl seeking the great perhaps in the London town.
Museum geek & Quote addicted.
Rain, music played with real instruments, broadway, photography / lomography, love and magic.

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I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity.

Hazel Grace, The Fault in our Stars 

a hot bath is a poor substitute.

so is chocolate. 

and late night television.
or even clean sheets. 

I don’t care how strong that drink was
or how loud the music goes.
they all are not you.
next to me.
so warm. 

I can’t decide which is worse - if it’s the falling asleep or waking up.
it’s just strange these days.
because I’m used to it.
and I hate it.

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Was I born cute, vindictive and a little bitch or did society made me this way?

Hard Candy

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