tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959698980961709302024-03-12T22:44:03.545-07:00she always gets what she wantsritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-70780828372242080632014-01-10T12:34:00.001-08:002014-01-10T12:34:51.958-08:00caminhoquando num dia tu dizes não e segues o teu caminho ... traças o teu destino e vais dar ao ponto de partida. No outro dia, dizes sim e segues o caminho, mas desta vez sabes que por mais destinos que traces, a tua chegada está marcada.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-45433439993193213192013-12-26T09:29:00.000-08:002013-12-26T09:29:58.115-08:00show das oferecidas. ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-17873435736673532392013-11-03T10:00:00.001-08:002013-11-03T10:01:17.701-08:00psicologia do amorExiste o principe perfeito, que gosta e que cuida. (mas que tu não queres)
Existe o bad boy, que te conquista e te agarra, e te deixa do nada. (que tu queres)
E o principe bad boy, esse existe?ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-83157442092583416782013-10-27T15:50:00.001-07:002013-10-27T15:50:13.538-07:00coração partidohoje doi. doi muito. amanha menos. um dia, nada. (i hope)ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-70276129470495204412013-10-25T12:37:00.003-07:002013-10-25T12:37:53.721-07:00...
não, eu não me vou apaixonar.
ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-83514836093739101922013-10-21T09:16:00.002-07:002013-10-21T09:16:35.472-07:00Confusa.Triste.Desorientada.Perdida.I don't know what to do.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-23585798433388890342013-10-20T11:16:00.002-07:002013-10-20T11:16:13.753-07:00is it a dream?
Um dia, quem sabe, vai deixar de ser apenas um sonho.
ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-56399477604876574932013-10-17T12:16:00.002-07:002013-10-17T12:16:20.119-07:00bangwe kissed.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-25561708193923108242013-10-07T14:58:00.003-07:002013-10-07T14:58:34.741-07:00PASTAm i going back to the past?
GOOD or BAD? fuck, help me.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-46413863399801052352013-08-25T12:13:00.001-07:002013-08-25T12:13:13.595-07:00onde estáo príncipe.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-37265718269990438272013-07-24T13:54:00.001-07:002013-07-24T13:54:18.790-07:00roller coaster tanto quero. consigo. mudo. tanto quero. vezes e vezes sem conta. ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-45894983356923152312013-06-21T11:59:00.001-07:002013-06-21T11:59:18.950-07:00too many fucking thoughts.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-18053844218887707442013-06-19T08:34:00.002-07:002013-06-19T08:34:04.954-07:00plus one. another day, no answer.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-38874067206390250832013-06-10T11:54:00.000-07:002013-06-10T11:54:21.816-07:00still waiting ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-17374796648532616102013-05-21T13:03:00.000-07:002013-05-21T13:03:56.680-07:00Férias precisam-se.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-37270619710947620062013-04-05T09:56:00.004-07:002013-04-05T09:56:54.115-07:00nostalgia do primeiro amor.
Era ela uma princesinha que sonhava com o príncipe encantado. Pensava que o seu primeiro amor ia ser o seu príncipe, que ia gostar dele para sempre. Mais que todos, ele seria sempre o seu príncipe, o primeiro. E foi. Nunca sofrera tanto por ninguém, nunca se entregara tanto a ninguém, nunca desejou tanto, nunca foi tão feliz como com ele, o seu príncipe. E por mais que os anos passassem, a vida ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-45182152238154420142013-04-04T10:14:00.004-07:002013-04-04T10:15:42.894-07:00tão verdade.
and you let her go.
ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-82582389600945673302013-04-03T04:00:00.001-07:002013-04-03T04:00:32.952-07:00study time.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-39153480083344999872013-03-19T08:06:00.003-07:002013-03-19T08:06:15.226-07:00enquanto se estuda!ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-86338819161517303612013-03-17T14:34:00.000-07:002013-03-17T14:34:17.553-07:00memórias.
vocês sabem a sensação de quando alguém foi muito especial na nossa vida, e guardamos as melhores memórias, tentando dar um significado às menos boas, e sabemos que essa foi a pessoa mais importante, com quem passamos os melhores momentos da nossa vida e que até dávamos tudo para os reviver, mas sabemos que isso nunca seria igual.
por mais que o tempo passe eu ainda tenho essa sensação, uma ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-84501099096829089052013-03-14T15:24:00.001-07:002013-03-14T15:24:19.476-07:00.
sejam felizes.
ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-24647325945127390332013-03-10T11:47:00.003-07:002013-03-10T11:47:24.709-07:00who you areritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-78835250587469560302013-02-03T14:02:00.001-08:002013-02-03T14:21:56.921-08:00eu gostava tanto de você.
vou morrer de saudade.ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-30601463502114698622013-01-31T11:59:00.002-08:002013-01-31T12:01:20.629-08:00i will wait for you
sejas tu quem fores, i will wait for you. ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-295969898096170930.post-48683581368412270702013-01-26T15:54:00.002-08:002013-01-26T15:54:31.695-08:00bolinha vermelhaamor ou sexo? ritahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15552183113445500898noreply@blogger.com0