I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

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  1. love this post, marta. honesty is a form of simplicity. most of the time, people make things a lot more complicated with lies...

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  2. Juro que adorei o texto.Podia até ter sido eu a escrevê-lo..que fantásticas palavras :)

    beijos

    http://igual-a-ti.blogspot.pt/

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