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Quando dás parte de ti, ficas sem um terço. Sem metade. Sem o todo? Tenta repensar o que ofereces. Estabelece prioridades, rege os limites, move-te em função da necessidade. Não hajas por extremos, por impulsos. Tem cuidado, com os vincos no tapete. Não tropeces em nenhum deles, porque todos os dias há mais alguém, que amar-te-ia no chão sobre eles. Então, guarda sempre um pouquinho para ti. Porque quando perdes parte para alguém, se esse alguém te retribui, apaga a falha. É psicológicamente sustentável, e chega a ser agradável até. Agora se não fores bem pago à hora, esquece. Sê um pouco egoísta, por ti. Se conseguires, se quiseres. É que quando dás parte de ti, a quem não te dá de volta, tentares recuperar-te, é como tentar repor o perfume que borrifaste anteriormente, de novo para dentro do frasco...
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18 de novembro de 2011
you eat, you're fat. you don't eat, you're a freak. you drink, you're an alcoholic. you don't drink, you're a pussy. you read, you're a nerd. you don't read, you're stupid. you tell a secret, you're a attention seeker. you don't tell a secret, you're still a attention seeker. you let someone in, you a're easy. you don't let someone in, you're too uptight. you smoke, you think you're cool. you don't smoke, you're a loser. you had sex, you're a slut. you haven't hade sex, you're a frigid little bitch. you wear make up, you're a slag. you don't wear make up, you're ugly.
You can't please anyone. ever.
16 de novembro de 2011
"Shhhh", she said. "I'm sleeping".
Just like that. From an hundred miles an hour to sleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on my bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a huricane...
Just like that. From an hundred miles an hour to sleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on my bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a huricane...
10 de novembro de 2011
Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you because it's the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But most of all, no matter what, a piece of you forever remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved... A piece no future lover could ever get, no matter what. That piece holds innocence, the belief that love really can last forever. It holds friendship and pain, trial and error, that one kiss that you never forget, and the night under the stars you can never get back. It holds youth and everything you thought love would be, everything that was proven wrong.
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