quinta-feira, 17 de março de 2011

You got every right to a beautiful life

Diga isso. Diga aquilo. Você é assim. Você tem que gostar disso. Use isso. Não use aquilo. Não coma. Coma. Ligue. Não ligue. Finge que não se importa. Seja você mesma. Seja o que eu quero que você seja. Leia. Não leia. Saia. Estude. Não perca seu tempo. Fale com ele. Não fale com ela. Cuidado com quem se relaciona. Preste atenção.
Muita opinião. Muita opinião. De que interessa tanta gente achando tanta coisa? No fim do dia isso tudo realmente faz diferença? Não.

Lembre-se. Quem liga? Eles. Não você. Eles ligam. Seja você. Você é tudo que importa. Você é mais que isso. Você merece amor e não milhões de opiniões. Quem realmente importa não vai se importar com nada além de você e de te dar o que você merece: amor, só amor.

Playing: Who Says - Selena Gomez and The Scene

segunda-feira, 14 de março de 2011


I keep asking myself why I ever stopped talking to you at all. And I know the answer. He's why. He was still in the game and I am too much of a good girl to even give others any attention. When I did start going a little off the good girl path, I refrained myself and distanced ourselves.
You make me smile, that's no news. Even when you're being mean, you still make me smile. It's like your own personal super power. Every time I talk to you I end up smiling. Even when we go through our little discussions.
People kept telling me we were cute together. I thought it was all bullshit. We couldn't look cute together. First: I already looked cute with someone else. Second: you surely would not want to look cute with me because in the end you could have any girl you wished for, so, why me? But people kept telling me that anyhow. And they kept telling me you were nicer to me than to anyone else. And that we had cute moments talking. Yet, I denied everything and said everyone was insane. Partially because I could not let myself have that crush for you, it would be wrong and disrespectful and partially because I don't like building up ideas of things based on outsider's opinions.
I realized something though. Most people have a really hard time forgetting insults. Well, I, instead, have a really hard time forgetting the first compliment you ever gave me. Seriously. I had never paid much attention to you, but it took you a simple "nice shirt" to completely make me go to the moon and back. I had no idea you had that ability to make me so happy in such a simple sentence. That's how I finally let myself think "that's the effect of a true crush".
Fact is while I was so worried of being disrespectful, the third party was, well, having a party. Soon enough, I had no reason to even consider the third party anymore. I was heartbroken by such.
But I had this class with this teacher that gave this text and it reminded me of you. So I chatted with you when I got home. And it made me smile. Like it always does. A couple weeks later, I chatted with you again. Fun. And every second of talking to you was like letting myself have that huge crush I had to hide away when we were close. It was freeing and refreshing. Nothing's quite as fun as the feeling of a big crush. So as for right now, I'm going to crush on you since I couldn't before. And I'm not even gonna care if we're miles apart. You're just a crush and I just want to feel free.
I'm just sorry I wasted all that time I could have spent with you. All that fun and all that talking. Sorry I never sat next to you more after you invited me to and told me you liked me there. I surely wanted to, just couldn't.

sexta-feira, 11 de março de 2011

Where I curretly waste my time:

Life, Love and Other Stuff

it's me, me, me and me.
And feelings. And fashion. And photography. And TV shows. And more feelings.

quinta-feira, 10 de março de 2011

She wished.

She woke up. She took a shower. She ate breakfast. She thought of him. She felt sick. She refused to cry or hurt. She walked outside. It was sunny. She wanted ice cream.
She went to her - their - favorite ice cream place. Bought the same half strawberry half mint. She sat at that old bench - their old bench. She smiled. Remembered the day that, at that same bench, he kept trying to give her money since she didn't let him pay for her ice cream. Remembered him mysteriously sneaking money into her purse. Remembered them laughing. Those were the days.
She got up. She walked. She looked at people passing by. Her dress swirled around her. She stumbled into someone.
- Hey! - she looked surprised.
- Oh, hello! It's been a long time.
- Yes, it has. Too long if you ask me..
He smiled. She pretended her heart hadn't melt.
- You look great. I like your dress.
- Thanks. You were always fond of the dresses.. So, what have you been up to?
- Oh, you know, school, stuff.. My schedule's kinda..
- Busy. Yeah, I know. - she rolled her eyes.
- It's true. What about you? What's going on?
- Well, life. You know.. I don't think I ever told you but I do think you never have time for things because you waste a lot of time.
- Wow, casual encounter just became war?
- Not war - she laughed it off - just being honest. I think we know each other well enough for that.
- That's true as well. But I don't think I waste that much time, do I?
- Ah, let's leave that for you to analyze now that I brought it up, ok? I gave you my honest opinion.. I should get home.
- Fine than, I'll give you my conclusion later.
- Can't wait - she smiled and started walking the other direction - It was nice seeing you. I missed you.
He smiled as she walked away. She wished he had said it, not her. He stood there, following the swirling dress with his eyes.
She got home. She sat on the floor. She wished. She gave up. She stood up.
The phone rang.

quarta-feira, 9 de março de 2011

Mulheres, mulheres

"As mulheres lhes dizem que se aborrecem nos bailes e que estão cansadas das pessoas? Não lhes dê fé. Por absurdo que pareça, as mulheres não podem recusar o convite a um baile. Com perdurável puerilidade imaginam que as festas são maravilhosas."

História Prodigiosa - Adolfo Bioy Casares

terça-feira, 8 de março de 2011

"That's true.


But it wouldn't be my world without you in it."

Feelings through lyrics

"You know they say when there's a will there's a way."

"You're not the only one that I've been missing.
We break up, you break down"

"I do my best not to want you. But I do all the time. (...) I still had this aching need to hear your voice, to know you're there."

"I know you want to be movin' on (...) just prove there's nothing left to try. (...) Please remember, remember December. (...) Don't let these memories get left behind."

"Did you regret? (...) But somewhere we went wrong, we were once so strong."

"You know this isn't what I wanted. Never thought we'd come this far. Thinking back to where we started, and how we lost all that we are. (...) I'm standing out in the rain, need to know if it's over, cause I will leave you alone. (...) Maybe I should give up."

"There's only one place they call me one of their own"