@radiovesper: || risk it all - Bruno Mars || #riskitall #brunomars #lyrics_songs #lyrics #song

🌈🦄GG_FIDGETTRADING🦄🌈 :

Id biscuit, all for you.. (jk that biscuit is mine)

14.08szx :

.ೀ 𝑚𝑖𝑎 • 𝒜𝑏𝑟𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑚.ೀ :

QUE CANCIÓN TAN HERMOSA😭😭😭😭😭

⊱✦ꋬ꒒꒐ꏂꋊ.3ꏂꂵ✦⊰ :

He wouldnt risk it all for me right?!? 😋😋😋

Lara Souza :

Por que nos apaixonamos? Por necessidade? Por conexão? Ou simplesmente por medo de ficar sozinho? Às vezes acreditamos que o amor é algo que simplesmente acontece, um olhar trocado, uma pessoa que aparece justamente quando estamos mais perdidos, e sim, às vezes parece um acidente, mas outras vezes, nos apaixonamos de um lugar de vazio. De uma ferida, daquela parte quebrada que busca se sentir inteira, porque o amor nem sempre chega quando estamos prontos; às vezes chega quando mais precisamos, ou quando mais o confundimos com outra coisa. Eric Strome disse que o amor é uma arte, que não basta senti-lo; você tem que aprender a alimentá-lo. Não é apenas emoção; é compromisso, é olhar para a outra pessoa e dizer: "Meu filho", não porque preciso de você, mas porque com você sou mais eu mesmo. Mas neste mundo acelerado, eu volto atrás. Onde tudo muda, é descartado, é substituído, temos medo de amar, porque amar de verdade é arriscar. Às vezes nos apaixonamos pelo que sentimos quando estamos com alguém, porque no final, nem sempre amamos a pessoa que escolhemos. Às vezes amamos sem querer, sem entender, sem planejar, e se esse amor mudou você, mesmo que doesse, talvez não fosse um erro, talvez fosse apenas o que você precisava para crescer.

el :

ni lagu kalau di pake dansa bagus jirr

♧ :

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