every day is a sunday evening

You know, it’s been said that we just don’t recognize the significant moments of our lives while they’re happening. We grow complacent with ideas, or things or people and we take them for granted and it’s usually not until that thing is about to be taken away from you that you’ve realized how wrong you’ve been that you realized how much you need it, how much you love it. Life is funny sometimes. It can push pretty hard. But if you look close enough, you can find hope in the words of children, in the bars of the song and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you’re lucky, I mean, if you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.

ele se foi.

e levou junto meu sossego.

dedicado a:

And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.

Era uma vez um coração de amores (Im)Perfeitos...

E teve quem o achou louco...
E teve quem o achou feliz...
E teve quem simplesmente nada achou...

Estes, o entenderam como ninguém.

done.done.done

Take chances. Tell the truth. Date someone totally wrong for you. Say no. Spend all your cash! Fall in love. Get to know someone random. Be random. Say I love you. Sing out loud. Laugh at a stupid joke. Cry. Get revenge. Apologize. Tell someone how much they mean to you. Tell the asshole what you feel. Let someone know what they’re missing. Laugh til your stomach hurts.

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We don’t want to do anything apart from drink cups of tea and read books and have fun. I’m tired of going to work in the mornings, so I think we should just stay in bed and think of fun things to do. Perhaps we can make a movie or go on a road trip or just write a couple of books about our lives. We could make up stories and ignore all the bad things inside us. We could pretend that all the bad things have left us for good.

about:

Ela era assim mesmo, dessas garotas bem tortas. E gostava de ser assim, diferente. Ela provocava risos, e tinha a ironia na ponta da língua. Sabia usar o sarcasmo como ninguém. Ela não era de sorrisos fáceis, mas sempre que sorria, fazia-o com os lábios, e também com os olhos. Ela conservava seus amigos, que não eram muitos, mas sim, eram os melhores. Como eu disse, ela era torta, errada, mas era ela sem artifícios, sem muitos enfeites, porque ela fazia questão de dizer “eu quero que as pessoas gostem de mim pelo que eu sou”. Ela era certa, e errada. Cheia de imperfeições incorrigíveis. E o melhor de tudo é que ela ainda gosta de ser assim, torta.