Falling asleep
I hear a bird sing
As pieces of time
Bring pictures to my mind
The song fills my ears
While the flashes let me blind

Shadows and Angels

I see shadows, my love.
Good and bad
Light and heavy
Dark...
And a good kind of dark.
And this one I want more.
I want the shadows to make us invisible
Cause you're the only one who sees me.
And I want you so badly
Like I never did

Angels, come.
Take us far away
To where the birds can sing
And the shadows are those of the sun
And candles at night
We can visit another time
And other worlds
In the books that we'll share
Dream and reality
Daydream, fantasy

Moment

I wonder what... I wonder so many things. I wonder what all this really means. I wonder what I mean… to you. I need to know what is really happening. If it happens the same to you.

I want to stop the time. To prolong it. To preserve the moment. Not only in my memory.

I’m happy and sad at the same time. Happy to see you. Sad for not being by your side. And I’m so confuse. I thought I was confuse, but never like this.

You free me. You bind me. It’s fascinating, and despairing.

I want to get closer. Hold me, I’m falling. I want to fall and yet be in your arms. I want to fly. With you.

Alternative Version

P.s.: Esse é o "texto problemático" que eu já deveria ter postado.

So close and so far

My eyes meet your eyes
Our hands hold each other sometimes
And although I like the way you speak
Why are our mouths so far from each other?
Why can't our lips also meet?

To post or not to post. That is the question.

Why do you hate me this much?

It’s not my fault.

I never asked for this – I couldn’t ask anything.

But I am here, can’t you just deal with it?

Yes, I’m still here. I don’t want to, but I am. It’s not so easy.

I try to help but you never listen to me.

You treat me like I was nothing.

I don’t need you for anything.

I don’t need you to make me worse. To make feel a victim, or a monster.

I’m always better when I’m without you.

Nothing hurts me more than you do.

I’m tired.

I’m so, so tired.

I’m only wasting my time, my life with you.

I don’t even want to say with you. We’re not together. And it’s been a long time.

I’m in love with my best friend

- I’m in love with my best friend. - Hermione says after kissing him.

- Isn’t Harry your best friend? – asks Ron, smiling.

- He is, indeed. He’s more than a friend… He’s like a brother. You’re my best friend too. And you’re more than a friend, when we really mean “more than a friend”. This is odd, because I always liked your family, but I don’t feel like your sister.

- You’ve been part of this family, already. But now you are officially. And you can stay… forever, if you want.

Hermione’s eyes glisten. Ron runs his hand down her face.

- Hermione… will you… Will you be my wife, when things are calmer?

- Ron…

- Well, if, if you don’t want…

She puts her hand on his lips.

- I do. I will.

Ron looks at her with a sincere smile. And then, kiss his best friend once more.

Originally posted on: http://rowlingsgotthelove.tumblr.com/post/12790155431/im-in-love-with-my-best-friend

PS: Eu deveria ter postado isso aqui há muito tempo, mesmo estando em Inglês. Me desculpe.

You torture me with the pleasure of your presence. I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop willing to be with you. The seconds, just the seconds I stay in your eyes are precious.

Tell me your thoughts. Cause you have mine.
Yes, you. I'll be waiting.

Mystery

What about telling you a little secret? I don't usually do this. I like the mystery. But you are mystery. And I don't see judgement in your eyes. I see acceptance, patience. I like it. - I like you.
May I say I'm happy? You make me think, you make me feel. And now you know it. A bit of it.
I'm taking this to another way. I was talking about something else. But the fact is that I feel good. But "good" is a word so simple... I don't know.
I don't wanna talk about you. I'm afraid I go too far. I don't know if it's love. I just know it feels good.

Sectumsempra

You got it. You made me wish to reward you for all my tears, with Sectumsempra. Do you know what it is? No, you don’t. I had never felt so vindictive. You arouse the worst in me. 

See this? You get me worse than that. It’s not my body. You hurt my soul, break my heart, stain my spirit… Crucio is not enough for it. You have to bleed, like I cried, because of you.

I don’t know if I want you dead, or alive to torture for your sins. Because nothing is how it has to be. Everything is so wrong. I don’t belong you. And you don’t belong me.

But no, I don’t want you to die. You couldn’t have changed me at this level. I Just want our ways to separate FOREVER. I just want to look at you and only feel shame for the poor soul and hopeless life you have.

I’m not what you make of me. That’s the reason I suffer a lot. I’m an iceberg for you, but you don’t know well not even the top of the surface. You don’t know 1% of me.

You know what? You don’t have any clue of how many tears I shed. And you never will.

Ps: Eu escrevi esse texto em inglês de propósito. Revisei e escolhi as palavras com cuidado. E eu não vou traduzir, sinto muito.