Fighting for broken dreams
I feel the rage, and it burns through ages of all these yesterdays. We are all damaged and broken, like to sing for death alone, hope it's gone cold with it's cause, lost inside it's every flaw, life's follow swallow rough. Trivium - Of All these yesterdays.
Vitória, Brazilian, 15.
Quantas vezes você sorriu e disse que estava tudo bem mesmo com os olhos cheio de lágrimas ?
(Source: fake-l0ve, via omeninoprogramado)
