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Queria que você lesse isso

Nunca te direi isso. Não tenho intimidade nenhuma com você e o pouco tempo que temos é no seu trabalho e eu não quero que o seu trabalho fique mais complicado que já está. E o que eu quero realmente falar é sobre isso. O seu trabalho.

Cara, como você trabalha. Sério. Você trabalha demais. Eu nem sei se existe escala para isso, você trabalha 6x1? 40h

Não, eu acho que não. Pela minhas contas são umas 12 horas por dia. E ainda sábado. Cara, sério, você trabalha demais.

Não sei sobre sua vida. Olhando para você de longe e pelas fotos do Instagram, apenas sei que você gosta de motos e meias divertidas. Muito pouco para saber sobre uma pessoa, não acha? Fico imaginando o que você pensaria sobre mim se me observasse o tanto que eu te observo.

Não muito coisa eu acho. Talvez que eu seja um pouco fechado, ou muito engraçadinho. Deus sabe das vezes que eu já quis pular na frente de um ônibus quando um piada minha falhou com você.

Mas o que eu realmente quero te dizer é que de certa forma, eu te admiro. Real. Acho que esse é sentimento que estou experimentando pela primeira vez. Admiração.

Como eu disse você trabalha demais, mas até aí, muita gente trabalha. Mas você trabalha demais e bem demais. Tipo, você é o melhor dali, sem a menor dúvida. Eu não digo isso por ter um quedinha por você. Não. Você é o melhor.

Você é atencioso com as pessoas, você corre de um lado para outro para ajudá-las. Lembra do nome delas, e sempre com um bom olhar no rosto. Também penso que essa característica que tanto gosto de você, a simpatia, pode ser uma fachada. Bom de certa forma, com certeza é. Mas não importa.

E mesmo machucado, você continua assim.

Um homem simpático, trabalhador e que está em busca de melhorar sempre.

Acho que eu perdi isso sabia. Ver você crescendo e se dando bem, as vezes, me deixa com inveja. Por que eu não sou assim. Focado. Como já disso, gosto de coisas demais. Me sinto fadado ao sempre meio.

Não, não fadado, mas preso. Estou preso. Preciso ser mais como você.

Por isso te admiro.

Enquanto eu estiver te vendo, eu te admirarei.

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COMO EU DESTESTO SER GEMINIANO!

Não que eu acredite que minha personalidade está diretamente relacionado com um planeta, e isso é só um desculpa, porém... TINHA QUE SER GÊMEOS.

Eu não aguento mais pensar tanto. Mudar tanto. Gostar de tanto e querer tanto.

Deus!

Pq raios fui nascer prematuro. Era para ser câncer signo mais calmo.

Mas gêmeos

VAI SE FUDER GEMEOS!

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Hoje está sendo um daqueles dias.

Aqueles dias, sabe? Em que nada parece certo. Que tudo parece uma conspiração contra você. Que o jogo da vida de repente foi parar no modo hard e você nem foi avisado.

Então... Esse é um daqueles dias. Sinto a ansiedade tomar conta do meu coração. Eu não sei explicar. Será que isso é realmente ansiedade? Essa desconforto no meu peito.

Talvez seja a inveja. Talvez seja a primeira vez que ela realmente está se manifestando no meu corpo. Não sei. Só sei que sei lá.

Hoje é aqueles dias perigosos, um dia perigo para matar sonhos. HaHa, como se a vida já não estivesse acabando com eles. Mas, o que são meus sonhos. Será que meus sonhos são realmente os meus sonhos ou eles foram impostos sobre mim. Como ser famoso? Será que eu realmente gostaria de ser famosos ou só por que isso é um busca de mim por uma atenção.

Aaarrggh, eu estou tão cansado. Gostaria de ser um pessoa de sentimentos simples e pouco crítica. Ser apenas um Maria vai com as outras seria tão mais fácil.

Gostaria de ser menos medroso. Pelo visto é isso o que eu sou. Mas é tão ruim assim não querer se machucar ainda mais. Sair dessa bolha. O mundo já me pisoteia cada dia mais. Não posso ficar ao menos onde estou confortável.

Provavelmente esse post não irá durar nem 24h, pois como disse. Sou um medroso. E se durar é por que eu esqueci.

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O problema de seguir às regras é descobrir no fim que quem as quebrou é quem realmente as seguiu direito.

#reflexoes #melacolia #futuroqualfuturo

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Sabe, o que me fez me apaixonar por você foi o jeito que você trata as pessoas. Por isso continue sendo gentil, meu amado, e encante outros corações como você encantou o meu.

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Sabe, eu gosto de saber que seu nome rima com o meu

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I think I need to learn How to draw hair better

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Just a desing of caracter of mine...

What do you think?

Post more of her?

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Gosto de coisas demais para o meu gosto.

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Às vezes, sinto que deixei meu cérebro crescer demais e ele acabou engolindo meu coração.

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🌈Them gay shows 🌈

Finally did it guys! BL Drama recommendations flowchart catered to me. Me only. ME people who might have the same taste as me. Enjoy

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a moment of peace before the whole world shatters 😇

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The Greed of a Thousand Dragons

—I was called up to war. —He told me when we were looking at the stars.

He knew those words were coming and he also knew he would be afraid when they were said, but fear was a foul word for what I felt at that moment. I felt terror of such magnitude that my body froze in place, my blood seemed to evaporate from my body. A cold, an emptiness, a darkness took possession of my soul. I prayed curses to the Gods and I didn't care if they punished me, because there would be no hunger, bad luck or illness strong enough to deal with that news.

He would go to war, to fight for the poor desire of rotten beings. And I… couldn't be around to protect him.

-RUN AWAY WITH ME! — I screamed desperately. - Right now! We took his shield and his sword and fled. W-we can book a ship at First Port and escape to the Old Lands, we can…

—They would find me, Myk, you know that. I am baptized in the Silver River — He said, lifting his long hair and showing the back of his head, where an elven rune was perfectly drawn. — And no fish survives away from its school.

I snort furiously. A blinding anger took over my entire soul. This was unfair to Smiley. An elf who had never done anything for anyone, unlike his cursed kingdom that only thinks about gold and diamonds. —I bet those little princes haven't set foot outside the palace. —I comment. Smiley just sighs calmly. —They are them and I am me. I have to accept this. —BUT I DON’T ACCEPT IT! — I get up and go towards the fire where my pickaxe is resting. — If we can't run away then let's fight! — I took the pickaxe in my hand and raised it high towards the sky. — I, Myk MINEIRO, WILL FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM! A melodious laugh fills that cold night. Smiley has his hand in front of his mouth while laughing deliciously. I hated it when he did that, I told him to stop doing that, it was a sin for him to hide that smile, he should grace us with that vision. Even the gods would be jealous. —Although I know you're good at fighting, Myk, unfortunately you wouldn't be able to fight the elven army alone.

Shit, why did he say that. Now I look like a clown. I feel my cheeks flush brightly, I'm probably as red as a pepper. Why did I do this? Why? Dumb dumb dumb. —That's what I love most about you. Your optimism, Myk, always thinking about options. — My heart beats hard in my chest. — Sometimes when I'm in doubt about something I can almost hear you next to me, encouraging me. I think you have already become part of my soul, without me even realizing it. No, he can't do this to me. Not now, not in a situation like this. Those words… No! This poetry. This is too much. Not now that you're leaving. Not now that you're leaving me. My eyes fill with water. I need to control myself, I have to be strong. He needs me to be strong. Damn Myk, why do you have to be so weak? Smiley hugs me unexpectedly, snuggling me into his warm chest, not to mention belly, it was the most I could reach. —It's going to be okay, Myk. — Your beautiful voice speaks to me. What a big joke that was. A dwarf being tranquilized by an elf. I should be a rock, just like the mountains. Firm, cold and fierce like metal. But no, I was born defective, I was a soft pudding, a heart of butter. I was a disgrace to my race. —When are you leaving? — I ask, even without wanting to know the answer. —As soon as dawn. - So early. —I wish you were a prince so you wouldn't have to fight in the war. —I wanted it too, Myk, believe me.

And it was at that moment that I had an idea. No, I had the idea. The idea that would save Smiley from going to hell was the battlefields, but I would need to be quick.

—But you can be. — I say, thinking something.

-What?

-A prince! You can become a prince.

—Yes, Myk, being born again. Stop talking nonsense.

—No, Smiley, in this life. — I pull out of the hug and look into his eyes. — It's perfect, a perfect plan.

—What are you talking about, Myk? There is no such thing as becoming a prince, you are either born with royal blood or there is no other way.

—You are wrong, my dear. It's not blood that makes you a prince, it's your kingdom.

Smiley laughs.

—And where am I going to get a kingdom, Myk?

—Your home can be a kingdom. Smiley Raisforte's tiny kingdom. Wouldn't it be a good name?

—I don't think the Elven Kingdom would take this very seriously.

—It will if you have the same power as them.

Smiley looks at me confused, probably thinking I'm a lunatic.

—Are you talking about an… army? And that? a powerful army?

—Obviously not, the power is not in the army.

-Of course it is. The stronger the army, the more powerful the kingdom.

—This is false power. You can even train good soldiers, but no one fights without a sword or without armor. Even more enchanted like that of the Golden Army. To have a Golden Army you need gold.

-What?

—This thing costs gold, Smiley. Pay blacksmiths, buy steel, metal, hire witches. All of this costs gold. The more gold, the more equipment and weapons. More power. If you have enough gold, you can buy an army and equip them with the best weapons. Want to defeat the elven kingdom, have more gold than him.

A light passes through Smiley's eyes, he finally seemed to have understood what my plan was.

—Is that your plan? To be richer than the Elven kingdom? — Smiley questions, disbelieved.

-Yes.

—I think my plan to be born again faster.

-What it is? Give me some credit.

—And how are you going to do that? Tell me, Myk.

-I will work. I will work like never before. I'm going back to the mines, there are a lot of diamonds to be discovered, a lot of gold to be extracted. H—Myk, to…

—...There is a legend that spreads among the dwarves that there is a diamond that was from a giant's wedding ring.

—Myk…

—They say it's the size of the moon and I'm going to find it and I'm going to...

—Myk, THIS IS CRAZY! — Smiley shouts.

That takes me by surprise. I had never seen Smiley scream before. It amazes me, but at the same time it fascinates me. Seeing his look of fury in eyes that convey so much calm seemed to make him even more beautiful. Gods, how perfect he was.

-No, it's not. It may be difficult, but I know it is possible.

—You're lying Myk, you're deceiving yourself. Even if you dig an entire mountain, you will never come close to the ancient wealth that the Elven Kingdom has. Not even the greedy 5 Great Dragons were able to gather enough gold to face the King of the Elves.

—Then I will have the greed of a thousand dragons! —Smiley looks at me terrified — skull two mountains. Three mountains! I will dig this world from top to bottom if I need to and I will find every miserable stone worth something! I will make you so rich, so rich that you will be able to buy the crown of all the rotten kings that exist. YOU WILL BE SO RICH THAT YOU CAN BUY THE DRUGS IN THIS WORLD! — I feel my lips start to tremble. — Because then, only then, will you have freedom.

I can't decipher what Smiley is thinking about me right now. You probably think I've finally given in to madness. But I'm sane, like I've never been in my life before. I will keep that promise, whatever the cost. I will save my precious Smiley.

Behind me, the morning sun begins to cast its first rays. The time had come, from now on I would be alone again after many years. Just me and a huge worry on my back.

—Myk I…

I grab his collar and pull him down, giving him a peck on the lips, interrupting any goodbye he might want to give me. I turn away from him without looking at his face. I couldn't live if I saw an expression of disgust on that beautiful face.

—Stay alive, Smiley. Stay alive and I will make you the richest man in the world.

I walk away before he sees me burst into tears.

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