volto da casa-de-banho e eis que me deparo com isto no msn

Rita Lourenço diz:
Isto é tão simples como isto: Eu quero que sejas feliz e consigas todos os objectivos de vida. E, como bonús, podes ser feliz comigo ao lado 8) claro que isso agora são pormenores. O curso que tu queres (que nunca me lembro se é design e comunicação ou se é comunicação e design (que se frise que o 1º soa muito melhor)) está a umas poucas décimas de ti. uma coisa mesmo minimal. E acredita, eu sei que tu consegues. Por isso amanhã, pelas 9, agarra na caneta e dá o teu melhor, porque é uma treta ser o unico 20 daquela escola (não é, mas não me importo de partilhar contigo). E dia 19 de setembro, quando sairem as colocações, eu vou estar a teu lado (ou não), e vou ser a primeira pessoa a beijar-te a testa e a dizer-te: vês? eu disse que conseguias!
Apesar de ficares longe de mim como o caraças (escrevi um palavrão maior, mas se tu te lembras de mostrar a alguém, nao quero passar por mal educada), vale a pena, porque sei que vais ser feliz e conseguir cumprir os teus objectivos de vida.
E hey, para estares perto de mim, sempre temos a nossa viagem a Londres no proximo Verão! muahahaah
Tudo isto para te desejar: Boa sorte amanhã, chica :)

 

 

 

Incrível como uma coisinha tão simples me puxou a moral para cima tão rápido!
Obrigada, Rita. Ajudou :)
Loveyou!

M

Hoje precisava tanto de ti. Só de ti. Só de falar, só de disparar, só que ouvisses, só que estivesses aqui. Só tu é que me irias compreender, só tu é que saberias o que dizer.

Precisava tanto de ti agora.

always learning…

(o meu blog anda tão a dar em tumblr, isto tem de mudar)

*shame*

hey, matemática…

 

that is all.

lemonade

“There was a girl who could only live on lemonade. Or her parents were really old and rubbish and just kept giving it to her to the point where she couldn’t have anything else. Or they were really nice and only gave it to her because they really liked her. I can’t decide that bit but she could only live on lemonade. If she didn’t have lemonade, she’d die. And her parents were going to die soon too because they had something wrong with them that their blood was blue or something like that. And she had a brother but he was really stupid, though, no one really cared about him. They just wanted their little girl to live. The only trouble is, no one thought about her brother. She was in a bottle, he was on his own, no one thought about him. They just left him. So he sat by her, her brother, he sat by her in the bottle and ‘cause lemonade helped her eyesight, she could see him really clearly through the sides, even though the grass was as thick as his skull. And ‘cause it was the countryside, there was nothing for him to eat, nothing for him to buy and he was starving. And she could see that and there was no one looking after him, cause he was a bit stupid, couldn’t really look after himself, and it kept on raining so he was getting a bit rusty. She was having an amazing time with the lemonade but she knew she had to help him, so she swam to the surface but she couldn’t get out, it was too far away, this bottle was too big. She knew she had to do something, he was getting worse, and worse, and worse, and he was really hungry and thirsty and he started eating grass and puking up all the time. So she tried to think of some plan for him but she couldn’t. All she knew is that he needed her with him. All she could do was watch him puke his guts up on the other side of the glass. But then bingo, she knew. She started to drink and she drank, and she drank, and she drank. And this was a lot of lemonade, enough to last her till she died, cause her parents wanted her to live for ages but she drank, every last drop, until she was in an empty bottle but that was no good, she still couldn’t get out. But that was okay, because she just waited until she had a big one stored up. Because she drank all the pop, she drank all the lemonade. And then she started to fart. It was slow at first but then it was really loud and hard. She blew her way out of the bottle, straight from the top, like a rocket. Then she stopped her brother eating grass and they went and found a nice little house to live in together, her and her brother. And it turned out drinking all that lemonade had cured her because she never wanted it again. She had orange for the rest of her life.”

adorei demasiado para não partilhar!

what.a.mess

“(…) Lá perto haveria de estar o lápis. Alguém haveria de se dar ao trabalho de procurá-lo. O lápis ia estar marcado, porque quem quer que tivesse desenhado aquele coração devia ter-se fartado de morde-lo, por falta de certeza do que estava a fazer. Daí o coração estar esbatido e mal desenhado. (…)”

adoro tanto

Cassie: “Do you know what hurts most about a broken heart?  Not being able to remember how you felt before. Try and keep that feeling, because if it goes you’ll never get it back.”

Chris: “What happens then?”

Cassie: “You lay waste to the world…and everything in it.”

feelings sure are stupid.

 

“Change. It’s a wonderful thing. Look, you know how subatomic particles don’t obey physical laws? They act according to chance, chaos, coincidence. They run into each other in the middle of the universe somewhere and bang! Energy! We’re the same as that. That’s the great thing about the universe: unpredictable. That’s why it’s so much fun.”

Tony, Skins

We'll sit beneath the mango tree now

things change…

mas as que interessam ficam sempre.

no matter what.