tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64707918492541366152024-03-05T05:11:24.605-03:00Seguindo em frente apesar de tudo !Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.comBlogger584125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-51580287627869550592011-06-03T20:50:00.000-03:002011-06-03T20:50:10.427-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIRY8SuYfwXQSIN11X_5t3WgzCje6MB5FH16DuvTvTbFclzY4xljtPEXDSQiskoD8WD0Sv3XZjlWzfQOtI3Rd6xXonupPxS6r3nvfl0jjkF3av0L7EkzDLnF2wskShSDbUtAbV9Ecdsk/s1600/tumblr_ldh974VH4L1qe6tgao1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIRY8SuYfwXQSIN11X_5t3WgzCje6MB5FH16DuvTvTbFclzY4xljtPEXDSQiskoD8WD0Sv3XZjlWzfQOtI3Rd6xXonupPxS6r3nvfl0jjkF3av0L7EkzDLnF2wskShSDbUtAbV9Ecdsk/s1600/tumblr_ldh974VH4L1qe6tgao1_500_large.jpg" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6;">voce pode ate me esnobar, me chingar, se desfazer de mim & dizer que me odeia, mas no dia em que eu partir voce vai sentir minha falta, pois ninguem vai correr atras de voce, ninguem vai ter paciencia para ser amada, ninguem vai ta contigo mesmo magoada. </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-77004976836161421922011-06-01T14:49:00.001-03:002011-06-01T14:49:08.573-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDMVoqo2ru0cXd1FR7vxYm0m_2YbsLDYyPhXhRTeypDp2UrNMu1-ll1bZX1FHHYrN9SwkwInFcdspJ07qxPx9TJEn_hshqh6wdywN_g1wmF_LSmKudtGIS8jJhGCwZAVYlZ6igkY-Bss/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDMVoqo2ru0cXd1FR7vxYm0m_2YbsLDYyPhXhRTeypDp2UrNMu1-ll1bZX1FHHYrN9SwkwInFcdspJ07qxPx9TJEn_hshqh6wdywN_g1wmF_LSmKudtGIS8jJhGCwZAVYlZ6igkY-Bss/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Nós vamos estar juntos mesmo quando não estamos perto, já não importa mais o que ficou pra trás agora é só eu e você, venha e me mostre como tudo deve ser. Marcou minha história mesmo sem querer como tudo deve ser. (8)'</span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-40273523946726527062011-06-01T14:47:00.002-03:002011-06-01T14:47:46.120-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJkCcy_c2de6i4gQ2tk2IZAfAf6kZuEbjfKVdm5JPvjKlILib73zKlRKXacdWCpvPA7xf2EoJjX7s1Kc2FTVu3Yj8f68ya3PYL3XcOpJe4TxWzks4JRFF0IakjpYQi8fwEvH6Hnsv4tM/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwJkCcy_c2de6i4gQ2tk2IZAfAf6kZuEbjfKVdm5JPvjKlILib73zKlRKXacdWCpvPA7xf2EoJjX7s1Kc2FTVu3Yj8f68ya3PYL3XcOpJe4TxWzks4JRFF0IakjpYQi8fwEvH6Hnsv4tM/s400/images.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Hoje eu parei pra escutar meu coração, que só fala de você desde quando eu te vi, hoje as lembranças já fazem parte dessa canção (8)'</span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-21115381180020155122011-06-01T14:46:00.000-03:002011-06-01T14:46:22.741-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpT7qQtOjGmUSt6QtySiXqaP4X00XqKfmFqqrSXCYKXK9JcqK9trxc2u5sxjedYrQSCXhAOtGTZFPj9BLjkqTI7FNK57WBdg00pcgs4JD_1CG39xoOGuGYXCDwzfL_VmEyOhznByL7rxs/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpT7qQtOjGmUSt6QtySiXqaP4X00XqKfmFqqrSXCYKXK9JcqK9trxc2u5sxjedYrQSCXhAOtGTZFPj9BLjkqTI7FNK57WBdg00pcgs4JD_1CG39xoOGuGYXCDwzfL_VmEyOhznByL7rxs/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">não esperei, confiei, acreditei que fosse pra sempre, mas, acabou quando menos esperei . </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-79178022833892332262011-06-01T14:41:00.000-03:002011-06-01T14:41:35.378-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnx4zkUzp24yV1HAoQqXr3AZsTDkLLfYCMQFOhUZgJbzZo0Ok0PHxKHAB9AxzSwLsTiybSvXOk-4DwAGf56vbmfqU4xzeA0es3MHkQGsRhfjiSXERTI6UMFFm6OONdehexkO6KKNNREA/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghnx4zkUzp24yV1HAoQqXr3AZsTDkLLfYCMQFOhUZgJbzZo0Ok0PHxKHAB9AxzSwLsTiybSvXOk-4DwAGf56vbmfqU4xzeA0es3MHkQGsRhfjiSXERTI6UMFFm6OONdehexkO6KKNNREA/s400/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Por mais que a distancia não vá apagar o amor, ela faz aumentar a dor de não ter você aqui, poder te sentir isso me mata cada vez mais & a nossa historia não termina aqui (8)'</span></div>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-41681526927614642812011-06-01T14:38:00.000-03:002011-06-01T14:38:19.265-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfYPzNyhb_C-uB5yd1YJS6ZUgVgCLxEEsNzC-aYrSxj0-k12Fcxx3pwaIfjjjWtHZjO8Bjrdq5PP6DvkTJLuRkiC4SxPgvFXg6w1T7KTFbpvx4jEGu5g1NxbTBaV234btTXbB2VNGQkk/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="281" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfYPzNyhb_C-uB5yd1YJS6ZUgVgCLxEEsNzC-aYrSxj0-k12Fcxx3pwaIfjjjWtHZjO8Bjrdq5PP6DvkTJLuRkiC4SxPgvFXg6w1T7KTFbpvx4jEGu5g1NxbTBaV234btTXbB2VNGQkk/s400/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> não sei nempor onde começa, nem o que falar. mas vou esperar voce voltar. </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-66994577654335680572011-06-01T14:34:00.000-03:002011-06-01T14:34:49.509-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARN0EOnYN8ARglPtYv_p6-RdWUALnnuU1k7IuoOPKFntAehbdkj6EuzG30pJwyFnaDbsnE4r2FIi7bwYj13RqnAgA9mM4-Jl9FvjkOF0KqIVrV3QNf0v3YWJd6ijSkzxSukYDv3CabgI/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiARN0EOnYN8ARglPtYv_p6-RdWUALnnuU1k7IuoOPKFntAehbdkj6EuzG30pJwyFnaDbsnE4r2FIi7bwYj13RqnAgA9mM4-Jl9FvjkOF0KqIVrV3QNf0v3YWJd6ijSkzxSukYDv3CabgI/s400/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">como pode tudo mudar assim ? todo o mundo se desmoronar & sempre criar outro por cima, mas não é como antes quando ele se desmoronou se foi um grande pedaço de mim. </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-40117541461868075672011-06-01T14:24:00.000-03:002011-06-01T14:24:11.178-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0a8JGNLx0X5aUy-z5lIlA0HlXU-ljo71Kjww9UVUV_OaRgIWzvvbmPNCKnvbdBdyJVxwYG96fMuZl88wzPeiMe_RsrCqH3QfDhDb6ulbJXWgf85QTsxOPlVC3KbP2KKeFGiv0MTAZL-M/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0a8JGNLx0X5aUy-z5lIlA0HlXU-ljo71Kjww9UVUV_OaRgIWzvvbmPNCKnvbdBdyJVxwYG96fMuZl88wzPeiMe_RsrCqH3QfDhDb6ulbJXWgf85QTsxOPlVC3KbP2KKeFGiv0MTAZL-M/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">eu so queria voce comigo denovo pra conversar, chorar, sorrir & brigar. mas que pena que nosso tempo ja se foi, mas ainda penso em voce, choro por voce, sofro com sua ausencia. ;/ euteamo eternamente. </span><b style="color: #a64d79; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">[ m.v ] </b>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-14061113371237495582011-06-01T14:17:00.000-03:002011-06-01T14:17:48.345-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DlmGcBorrwiC3GqHtvI7K5nu4ULPO7fGKH-7qY3Dse4ysV4IDvsHg9qj5TJmrdExAygTj1M_t_o4xAkEmxb1-MPSk_3n2ae4QKzjFm-pWcPIWhDopTjZJ7xsZIMk6kWcdobiLTlNlwk/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DlmGcBorrwiC3GqHtvI7K5nu4ULPO7fGKH-7qY3Dse4ysV4IDvsHg9qj5TJmrdExAygTj1M_t_o4xAkEmxb1-MPSk_3n2ae4QKzjFm-pWcPIWhDopTjZJ7xsZIMk6kWcdobiLTlNlwk/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">existe pessoa em nossas vida que se tornam irmportantes de mais ate um ponto que voce deseja que isso nunca tenha fim, mas é um dia ela acaba levando um grande pedaço de nós. Afinal, sera se foi apenas uma amizade de verão ?! parece que sim, parece que foi um verao feliz, foi um sonho, mas teve uma hora de acordar para realidade & vejo que fomos para caminhos diferente. ;/ daria tudo pra voltar no tempo & deitar nos teus braços, assistir filme & passar a madrugada conversando & escutando nossas musicas. <b> [ m.v] </b></div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> eu gosto é de dar risada com voce de linge, de perto, coração aberto voce pode entrar (8)'</span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-59319240986789452011-06-01T14:05:00.000-03:002011-06-01T14:05:31.979-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahHz74CDIL4CAzvMhhvwtYO6ZxFMGwE7rJkKAp32T8dgGDaDyo74YyLZ60UeZpCPt3FscvtoRRYjhW5kzOSEfB3-Ic5tTBpiQ-BYlZg-Ah_ZAIIRriFaJEOifKDvvXapTYVWZDd5qWU8/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahHz74CDIL4CAzvMhhvwtYO6ZxFMGwE7rJkKAp32T8dgGDaDyo74YyLZ60UeZpCPt3FscvtoRRYjhW5kzOSEfB3-Ic5tTBpiQ-BYlZg-Ah_ZAIIRriFaJEOifKDvvXapTYVWZDd5qWU8/s400/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>- Lucas diz :</b> água é melhor que amor. </div><div style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><b>- Carliane diz :</b> oó, agua é sem cor, sem gosto. </div><b style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- Lucas diz :</b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> & sem sentimentos tbm ;/ </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-40693689890620040272011-05-31T16:00:00.000-03:002011-05-31T16:00:18.812-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMVDh6xLlwYsas_JgOVEpkIllOtnIzXf3r4DDDP73N4UEYxzcYvToV8OW1rWb71Zkgtwc178Rkq-wOMho7DP5uh99MiAxAYqmGqGIRpLLgNsOXfJ_nStnvK7VoALDDWFkoNGoTg0m8k8/s1600/tumblr_lfy48qRj3z1qf49d7o1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghMVDh6xLlwYsas_JgOVEpkIllOtnIzXf3r4DDDP73N4UEYxzcYvToV8OW1rWb71Zkgtwc178Rkq-wOMho7DP5uh99MiAxAYqmGqGIRpLLgNsOXfJ_nStnvK7VoALDDWFkoNGoTg0m8k8/s400/tumblr_lfy48qRj3z1qf49d7o1_250.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span>A vida é feita de escolhas. Quando você dá um passo para frente, alguma coisa fica para<strong> trás</strong>.</span></div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <em>(Gossip Girl)</em></span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-31446559549258151292011-05-31T15:56:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:56:09.872-03:00-<blockquote style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQA1rOXLFXW1obl2So6q2A6OLnPyBL9LojGsWsJb3gF0aONYg2siLLj8QAod1yqETSjKAWT2v8nSScxeDRjS9zNjjhzj1WthQ1DlzIvlsi2WA4TCfOIVLPDIsIrAwhtQYA2jic_L7N8Q/s1600/tumblr_llyzv8vsBR1qkepjao1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfQA1rOXLFXW1obl2So6q2A6OLnPyBL9LojGsWsJb3gF0aONYg2siLLj8QAod1yqETSjKAWT2v8nSScxeDRjS9zNjjhzj1WthQ1DlzIvlsi2WA4TCfOIVLPDIsIrAwhtQYA2jic_L7N8Q/s320/tumblr_llyzv8vsBR1qkepjao1_250.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><strong>Ele</strong>: Me beija?<br />
<strong>Ela</strong>: Beijo, mas você vai ficar doente que nem eu. Estou gripada.<br />
<strong>Ele</strong>: Eu não ligo… ‘<strong>na saúde e na doença</strong>’, lembra?<br />
</blockquote>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-10196542426412279972011-05-31T15:44:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:44:43.850-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKxOK9ZA6at7vASTK-HKnleYBTbQwQguF01PuRdsAAP_HOpR50jThN5LZYCcidu0oQPH6qWlKV03pDlDgqZ_Ztt-rEAuDr38uVq_H7qOcMEwoTAb3vHc_IYF6g80TER7rmjWX-uiX7gE/s1600/tumblr_lh8whkOLiX1qhonl1o1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="205" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKxOK9ZA6at7vASTK-HKnleYBTbQwQguF01PuRdsAAP_HOpR50jThN5LZYCcidu0oQPH6qWlKV03pDlDgqZ_Ztt-rEAuDr38uVq_H7qOcMEwoTAb3vHc_IYF6g80TER7rmjWX-uiX7gE/s320/tumblr_lh8whkOLiX1qhonl1o1_250.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">De repente chega aquele momento que você não sabe mais nada. Nada mesmo. Assim me sinto .</span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-61958267910261380702011-05-31T15:41:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:41:20.470-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQCfgsVPDmTt7gqVDm2IaNIY5hOYmzIQI23XHX-CPvaHaS76xtE9KXHY89WQ66b2g9B4zEB1BmcIr_wUa16QWXJ9VbP8YLXcZDN39snzN8SLVnkNCdMOCVNgMCahWq3fFhGtSHwvsYdg/s1600/tumblr_lm1jy9HcsL1qjcbgco1_250.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNQCfgsVPDmTt7gqVDm2IaNIY5hOYmzIQI23XHX-CPvaHaS76xtE9KXHY89WQ66b2g9B4zEB1BmcIr_wUa16QWXJ9VbP8YLXcZDN39snzN8SLVnkNCdMOCVNgMCahWq3fFhGtSHwvsYdg/s400/tumblr_lm1jy9HcsL1qjcbgco1_250.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #76a5af; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Com o tempo, eu fui percebendo que não importa se estou bem ou mal. As pessoas estão pouco se fodendo pros meus sentimentos. Por isso estou ignorando tanta coisa, fingindo não ver, não sentir.</div>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-5520293800528978832011-05-31T15:38:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:38:08.716-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPWRcoG11ZYNx-gLj0bB_09a99mfFz-sJBOEEybNj_qb6OzfGpT4nYRMbZzIoZooykHfrnrIuJ0-NIf-bvYXikqfmSHikehMl0isIGK2QIqHg2CutU0X6yCb25voS0y6c73ppWmbctls/s1600/tumblr_ll9koaVIb71qgckb2o1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIPWRcoG11ZYNx-gLj0bB_09a99mfFz-sJBOEEybNj_qb6OzfGpT4nYRMbZzIoZooykHfrnrIuJ0-NIf-bvYXikqfmSHikehMl0isIGK2QIqHg2CutU0X6yCb25voS0y6c73ppWmbctls/s400/tumblr_ll9koaVIb71qgckb2o1_250.gif" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Sou do tipo de pessoa que fala sério, </span><strong style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">rindo</strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">. </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-81936059682788407532011-05-31T15:34:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:34:26.680-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHvvH1yObeN49-KpmZdIhrIO2Y9ak50DmHmFKAFiO7LtEvq4bEMAqkyOmSumsrmsoosV8CWyoIQPmdRjFCE2D4PH8bWPWzhYk09jGc314A8Avl7DWYFfbN23CwaaQsdTtI410oiavQcyM/s1600/tumblr_llwr9h2LqV1qdlefyo1_250.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="177" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHvvH1yObeN49-KpmZdIhrIO2Y9ak50DmHmFKAFiO7LtEvq4bEMAqkyOmSumsrmsoosV8CWyoIQPmdRjFCE2D4PH8bWPWzhYk09jGc314A8Avl7DWYFfbN23CwaaQsdTtI410oiavQcyM/s400/tumblr_llwr9h2LqV1qdlefyo1_250.gif" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>É fato</strong>. Mesmo você querendo se isolar, ficar sozinho, seus verdadeiros amigos nunca vão te deixar.</div>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-17465934255407090022011-05-31T15:32:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:32:11.584-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidd2qRiBSHPfwB6b0gxxIGtXDQbBQKF1qxR9wYFjAmJRoqOLdQz4nju6k-op7GHxyYIuVhdFTP4k9BVfeDcS3DIn389xMryYmKyrbHAMzRcYzwqKVnoXr6dk2aopSMnh3pf1S2Rz8VXUo/s1600/tumblr_llrdvoO1xl1qea3eio1_250.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidd2qRiBSHPfwB6b0gxxIGtXDQbBQKF1qxR9wYFjAmJRoqOLdQz4nju6k-op7GHxyYIuVhdFTP4k9BVfeDcS3DIn389xMryYmKyrbHAMzRcYzwqKVnoXr6dk2aopSMnh3pf1S2Rz8VXUo/s400/tumblr_llrdvoO1xl1qea3eio1_250.png" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Parece que está ficando cada vez mais difícil acreditar em qualquer coisa.</div><blockquote style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <blockquote> <strong> - Paramore - Turn It Off</strong><br />
</blockquote></blockquote>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-47979434623568534662011-05-31T15:30:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:30:23.260-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8H5mLlnlJT14dXEGB3NMMbyWjTSKH18OFL1ako_tXif0U_-pa1kCbhAJTBa2G_sxekFE1WCzOTe4Kfb1LYZ90xZCSQMKvaysMO85rdSHldka5zq26I2dqd9yNmEfa5aH2-PdLC2wkuc/s1600/tumblr_lh6vqobQ5Y1qfk4ono1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8H5mLlnlJT14dXEGB3NMMbyWjTSKH18OFL1ako_tXif0U_-pa1kCbhAJTBa2G_sxekFE1WCzOTe4Kfb1LYZ90xZCSQMKvaysMO85rdSHldka5zq26I2dqd9yNmEfa5aH2-PdLC2wkuc/s400/tumblr_lh6vqobQ5Y1qfk4ono1_250.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="color: #6fa8dc; font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Sinceramente? Eu me cansei de algumas pessoas, não gosto mais de estar perto delas.</div>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-84562762357332013532011-05-31T15:28:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:28:24.148-03:00quando se é verdadeiro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquDg8jjIHkPGbwFkXTiXyi9xqoNS43hbi_HiaS4VgSfV2MFFEounfRzvCJ_Rf1Fu-GKypP_hF-U4lyz49OdktRsOUzFeC0PtNpP3ICEw84CurJOSYwSBOyBbZ7P6YGTOr4EipxFlr1Nk/s400/sem_t__tulo.png" width="400" /></div><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">não adianta dizer que acabou, não adianta fugir, não adianta dizer que mudou ou que esqueceu. O que é verdadeiro nunca acaba, nunca muda é inexquecivel <b>&</b> sempre volta. </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-18904847387469606382011-05-31T15:16:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:16:21.959-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz43NP93gEiLjSbjnQH1uMdWfpmFCyVx400AeiGStkobCXfxNV2Lr_-ojcTbMObEJkRqpofILqd0yZGVd_8k5BQql1KOY31Gn5Ju7aau2aOxtlFIpg0IjEuvdOREmBMd5v9WNdoTgsWYs/s1600/dsd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz43NP93gEiLjSbjnQH1uMdWfpmFCyVx400AeiGStkobCXfxNV2Lr_-ojcTbMObEJkRqpofILqd0yZGVd_8k5BQql1KOY31Gn5Ju7aau2aOxtlFIpg0IjEuvdOREmBMd5v9WNdoTgsWYs/s400/dsd.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span style="color: #a64d79;"> </span><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: small;"> O perigoso sempre é o mais gostozo . *-*' </span></span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-41342289016102850802011-05-31T15:12:00.000-03:002011-05-31T15:12:38.552-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDT6-X3U5NrDT1FK9bPAsIbWR9SM0aDB6UCnhXjuhOz_xUxZiC2NLKxP5mOorthyphenhyphenmyaOGtwkkhpZjbg74l8eXKN787RW5VSg2-OT74Bp-X7IqAeak0yW29u2wrE6RscAXzNr1j9SAxiI/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDT6-X3U5NrDT1FK9bPAsIbWR9SM0aDB6UCnhXjuhOz_xUxZiC2NLKxP5mOorthyphenhyphenmyaOGtwkkhpZjbg74l8eXKN787RW5VSg2-OT74Bp-X7IqAeak0yW29u2wrE6RscAXzNr1j9SAxiI/s400/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">sei que o amor é capaz de mudar, meu coração que te fez enxerga que os nossos planos os nossos sonhos somos capazes de realizar<b> ♫</b></span></div>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-55078302929442830602011-05-30T17:55:00.000-03:002011-05-30T17:55:06.861-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmiiGcftiKkNslkU1oQ_J9N3pc2Px2Si20jjQpyR-FMuhyzAwHuQ8mRAx_SawIL3hQaT4AtxxLSlhKlXLCKsMiOFl6el__UA51nOem4wb3aMOmqqdSvBL3vlNwhRoMOU4YSfOeqhmjbE/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpmiiGcftiKkNslkU1oQ_J9N3pc2Px2Si20jjQpyR-FMuhyzAwHuQ8mRAx_SawIL3hQaT4AtxxLSlhKlXLCKsMiOFl6el__UA51nOem4wb3aMOmqqdSvBL3vlNwhRoMOU4YSfOeqhmjbE/s400/images.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #3d85c6;">porque sempre dizia amar, ser verdadeiro o sentimento que nem existia ? porque dizia apoiar enquanto desconfiava ? porque dizia ser a melhor enquanto não era nada ? porque não é o que pensei que fosse ? pensei que sempre estaria cmg, sempre acreditaria em mim quando todos não acreditassem, pensei que isso fosse tudo & muito mais, sem segredo, sem inveja, sem tristeza & sim com palavras verdadeiras, sem momentos falsos & insignificantes . já não sei que tu és do mesmo jeito que não sei o que era verdadeiro & falso. </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-34323710107638133252011-05-30T17:50:00.000-03:002011-05-30T17:50:14.938-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9bQS6g9HI_MmrWOnGTBqtjpBZ9-Exg_ur755ctB1m0GelG_LHgOAwidQUm1Gk-_uaC_bxPfylhinn0E5rqV2eFlRELhXMDOtxYmsGQ2pUpYXeWs7S_-zw7yxPHwhdOz-ImQ7oxsJ7lYw/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9bQS6g9HI_MmrWOnGTBqtjpBZ9-Exg_ur755ctB1m0GelG_LHgOAwidQUm1Gk-_uaC_bxPfylhinn0E5rqV2eFlRELhXMDOtxYmsGQ2pUpYXeWs7S_-zw7yxPHwhdOz-ImQ7oxsJ7lYw/s400/%25C3%258Dndice.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span style="color: #674ea7;">amigas conversam, amigas são verdadeiras por mais dificil que seja, amigas não metem, amigas não tem segredos, amigas saem correndo pelas ruas fugidas de maos dadas, amigas apesar de tudo estao do seu lado, amigas não desconfiam & não tem conclusoes precipitadas, amigas escutam, entendem & choram. Amigas são tudo & muito mais. </span>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-46042816099021152532011-05-30T13:11:00.005-03:002011-05-30T13:11:59.838-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9RrIUXnk-R7xldscrAiDrIBEBINBo2Xpg-dPz_Sh6X01AzdZapIvwhTvRkFGfZ_Nd-uNXZBH3iuH7qxoCg1RfnWBc-KRxtI9Xhe0xUQg5Z5CXWwenIDdaz2CLaM4d5v3PvEMyvKw5Ic/s1600/tumblr_lj31ipJ3KY1qctww2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk9RrIUXnk-R7xldscrAiDrIBEBINBo2Xpg-dPz_Sh6X01AzdZapIvwhTvRkFGfZ_Nd-uNXZBH3iuH7qxoCg1RfnWBc-KRxtI9Xhe0xUQg5Z5CXWwenIDdaz2CLaM4d5v3PvEMyvKw5Ic/s1600/tumblr_lj31ipJ3KY1qctww2o1_400.jpg" /></a></div>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6470791849254136615.post-43237186222809510192011-05-30T13:11:00.002-03:002011-05-30T13:11:28.938-03:00-<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVIfl4PbZ4cai2FBjMDBdRVRA4ExT_igzSECsilejHFireX6Ilmb74S_aopqMnRfHOnJ8yk7B9_yC-ax9IIDX4Hnd2m9MJxSKGNtYeXBQwUS0ZIS8peDY-pYS_QYOM6sF6eG8Km9ieCM/s1600/tumblr_ll9kqptHey1qdejk6o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkVIfl4PbZ4cai2FBjMDBdRVRA4ExT_igzSECsilejHFireX6Ilmb74S_aopqMnRfHOnJ8yk7B9_yC-ax9IIDX4Hnd2m9MJxSKGNtYeXBQwUS0ZIS8peDY-pYS_QYOM6sF6eG8Km9ieCM/s1600/tumblr_ll9kqptHey1qdejk6o1_400.jpg" /></a></div><div style="color: #45818e; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span>Se um dia te <strong>magoarem</strong>, olhe para cima e continue caminhando. Faça eles se perguntarem porque ainda está <strong>sorrindo..</strong></span></div>Carliane Queirozhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09833158078172700263noreply@blogger.com0