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Era isso. Estava vazia. Deveria doer? Quando é que a dor parar de aparecer?”
~ Fallen too far (via recitando-nostalgias)

O amor não é suficiente. Todo mundo sempre diz que o amor é suficiente. Não é. Não quando sua alma está quebrada.”
~ Fallen Too Far (via another-setofwings)


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Rush too Far by the wonderful Abbi Glines


This isn’t your typical love story. It’s really too completely f*cked up to be charming. But when you’re the bastard son of the legendary drummer from one of the most beloved rock bands in the world, you expect serious f*ck-ups. It’s what we’re known for. Add to that my selfish, spoiled, self-centered mother and the outcome isn’t pretty.

There are so many places where I could start this story. In my bedroom, as I held my sister while she cried from our mother’s cruel words. At the front door, as she watched, with tears streaming down her face, while my father came to take me away for the weekend, leaving her alone. Both of those things happened often, marking me forever. I hated to see her cry. Yet it was a part of my life.

We shared the same mother but our fathers were different. Mine was a famous rocker who brought me into his world of sex, drugs, and rock and roll every other weekend and for a month during the summers. He never forgot me. He never made excuses. He was always there. As imperfect as he was, Dean Finlay always showed up to get me. Even if he wasn’t sober, he came.

Nan’s father never came. She was alone those times when I was gone, and even though I loved being with my dad I hated knowing she needed me. I was her parent. I was the one person she could trust to take care of her. It made me grow up quickly.

When I asked my dad to bring her along too, he would get this sad look on his face then shake his head. “Can’t son. Wish I could, but your momma won’t allow that.”

He never said anything more. I just knew that if my mother wouldn’t allow it then there was no hope. So Nan was left alone. I wanted to hate someone for that, but hating my mother was hard. She was my mom. I was a kid.

So I found a place to focus my hate and resentment at the injustice of Nan’s life. The man who didn’t come to see her. The man whose blood rain through her veins yet didn’t love her enough to even send a birthday card. He had his own family now. Nan had been to see them once.

She had forced Mother to take her to his house. She wanted to talk to him. See his face. She just knew he would love her. I think, deep down, she thought Mother hadn’t told him about her. She had this fairytale in her head that her father would realize she existed and swoop in and save her. Give her the love she so desperately sought.

His house had been smaller than ours. Much smaller. It was seven hours away in a small country town in Alabama. Nan had said it was perfect. Mother had called it pathetic. It hadn’t been the house, though, that haunted Nan. Not the small white picket fence that she described to me in detail. Or the basketball hoop outside and the bicycles leaning against the garage door.

It had been the girl who opened the door. She’d had long blonde hair–almost white. She had reminded Nan of a princess. Except she’d been wearing tennis shoes with dirt on them. Nan had never owned a pair of tennis shoes or ever been near dirt. The girl had smiled at her and Nan had been momentarily enchanted. Then she’d seen the pictures on the wall behind the girl. Pictures of another girl just like this one. And a man holding both their hands. He was smiling and laughing.

He was their father.

This was one of the two daughters he loved. It had been obvious, even to Nan’s young eyes, that he was happy in those photos. He wasn’t missing the child he had left behind. The one her mother kept telling her he knew about.

All those things our mother had tried to tell her over the years that she had refused to believe suddenly fell into place. She had been telling the truth. Nan’s father hadn’t wanted her because he had this life. These two beautiful, angelic daughters and a wife who looked so much like them.

Those photos on the wall had tortured Nan for years afterward. Again, I wanted to hate my mother for taking her there. For shoving the truth in her face. At least when Nan had lived in her fairytale she had been happier, but her innocence was lost that. And my hate for her father and his family began to grow inside of me.

They had taken from my little sister the life she deserved. A father who could love her. Those girls didn’t deserve him more than Nan did. That woman he was married to used her beauty and those girls to keep him from Nan. I hated them all.

I eventually acted on that hate, but the story really starts the night Blaire Wynn walked into my house with a nervous frown and the f*cking face of an angel. My worst nightmare…

* * *

I had told Nan I didn’t want people over that night, but she’d invited them anyway. My little sister didn’t take no for an answer ever. Leaning back on the couch, I stretched my legs out in front of me and took a drink of my beer. I needed to hang around down here long enough to make sure things weren’t going to get out of hand. Nan’s friends were younger than mine. They got a little rowdy sometimes. But I put up with it because it made her happy.

Mom running off to f*cking Paris with her new husband, Nan’s still inattentive father, hadn’t helped Nan’s mood lately. This was all I could think of to cheer her up. For once in her life, I wished my mother would think of someone other than herself.

“Rush, meet Blaire, I believe she might belong to you. I found her outside looking a little lost,” Grant’s voice broke into my thoughts. I looked up at my step-brother and then at the girl standing beside him. I’d seen that face before. It was older, but I recognized it.


She was one of them. I hadn’t known their names, but I’d remembered there were two of them. This one was… Blaire. I cut my eyes toward Nan to see her standing not too far away with a scowl on her face. This wasn’t going to be good. Did Grant not realize who this girl was?


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Blaire, I love you girl… to the moon and back…-Rush

When you first looked at me  

 I forgot to breathe  

 that moment marked my hardened heart    

I vowed never to leave        

And the touch of your skin

healed something deep within    

that left me wanting more of you    

the less I got the more it grew        

Oh I couldn’t help from falling, falling for you      

 So I’m standing here, oh girl you know    

After all that we’ve been through we couldn’t let it go    

and as long as I’m alive, in your eyes I’ll stare    

holding you so close I’ll solemnly swear

that I have fallen too far    that I have fallen too far, too far for you.  

 For you        

When I finally found you  

 I finally found me    

that day I won’t soon forget  

 the reason for it all        

I’ll give you a new name

nothing in life will be the same  

 the story is now complete  

 our life and love is all we need        

‘Cause I couldn’t help from falling    falling for you      

 So I’m standing here oh girl you know  

 After all we’ve been through we couldn’t let it go    and as long as I’m alive, in your eyes I’ll stare holding you so close

I’ll solemnly swear    that I have fallen too far, that I have fallen too far    too far for you        

My heart is beating    begging for you    this night will be    a dream come true    so fall, fall, fall into my arms

So I’m standing here oh girl you know    After all that we’ve been through we couldn’t let it go    That I have fallen too far    That I have fallen too far    That I have fallen too far    too far for you, yeah    For you..


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She is only nineteen. She is his new stepfather’s daughter. She is still naïve and innocent due to spending the last three years taking care of her sick mother. But for twenty-four year old Rush Finlay, she is the only thing that has ever been off limits. His famous father’s guilt money, his mother’s desperation to win his love, and his charm are the three reasons he has never been told no.

Blaire Wynn left her small farmhouse in Alabama, after her mother passed away, to move in with her father and his new wife in their sprawling beach house along the Florida gulf coast. She isn’t prepared for the lifestyle change and she knows she’ll never fit into this world. Then there is her sexy stepbrother who her father leaves her with for the summer while he runs off to Paris with his wife. Rush is as spoiled as he is gorgeous. He is also getting under her skin. She knows he is anything but good for her and that he’ll never be faithful to anyone. He is jaded and has secrets Blaire knows she may never uncover but even knowing all of that…

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  • Rush: She deserves better.
  • Grant: Yeah, she probably does. But she wants you.

Fallen Too Far (wedding song, Forever Too Far) by Rush Finlay

I hope my future groom will also write a song for me. And he’ll sing it while I walk down the aisle on our wedding. Soooooo in love with Rush Finlay right now ♥

Mas nos deram espelhos e vimos um mundo doente”
~ Legião Urbana  (via reorganizei)

Parece um hospício , mas é só minha família inteira reunida.