quinta-feira, 23 de agosto de 2012

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.

2 comentários:

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

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