sexta-feira, 27 de julho de 2012

Só queria guardar o quanto essas férias foram gostosas e com cara de férias.
Resolvi coisas, fiz coisas que não davam tempo com o cursinho, sai, conversei, ri, li, vi, até estudar estudei. E, meu Deus, como eu descansei.
Só pra guardar esse sentimento e ver o quanto realizar coisas traz esse sentimento bom.
Que me renove sempre tudo isso.

Obrigada, vida.


E que venha logo esse vestibular.

sexta-feira, 6 de julho de 2012

Said & Done – John O’ Callaghan of The Maine

“How often do you look back, and really reflect on all you’ve done? The insignificance of it all: the pointless arguments, inside jokes, funny haircuts…

But do you ever wonder how you’ll be remembered – or if what you’ve done & what you’re doing means anything at all? What will your songs sound like when you’re dead and gone? Will tears fall when the last note is sung?

And how will your story be told? Will your words leave a bitter taste in their mouths? Or will they even remember you at all?

Compassion, the concept is rather simple. Most know what it means to be civil, but there truly is a fine line between sweet and sour.

Give too much of yourself away and you’ll be all used up; not enough and no one will be around to share this with.

So what is it that motivates us to be better, gentler, more refined? I’d like to think it’s those close to us, close to the heart and soul:

Those who carried you to the car after you puked on their shoes, those who took the blame for breaking the window when it was you who cast the stone. Those who will be by your side when reality knocks on your door, both good and bad. But more importantly, those whose stories you will share with your kids, and grand-kids, and their kids and their grand-kids, in hope to somehow keep this all alive.

Chivalry, decency, kindness, compassion, desire, strength: how will you be remembered?”

quinta-feira, 5 de julho de 2012

O que a gente faz quando a pessoa que te decepcionou foi você mesma?

Acho que não nasci pra fazer parte de sonhos, principalmente dos meus.

terça-feira, 3 de julho de 2012

Só queria fechar os olhos e tudo isso passar.
Gosto de pensar nessa sensação só como cansaço, talvez seja por isso que eu goste de dormir tanto.

Quero um abraço, quero o abraço do Alê :(
Daqueles de apertar minha cabeça, me deixar sem ar, me deixar protegida.

shake it out, shake it out

Regrets collect like old friends
Here to relive your darkest moments
I can see no way, I can see no way
And all of the ghouls come out to play

And every demon wants his pound of flesh
But I like to keep some things to myself
I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn

And I've been a fool and I've been blind
I can never leave the past behind
I can see no way, I can see no way
I'm always dragging that horse around

All of his questions, such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
So I like to keep my issues drawn
But it's always darkest before the dawn

(...)

It's hard to dance with a devil on your back
So shake him off.