segunda-feira, 16 de fevereiro de 2009

No one will ever hurt her like he did

Ela diz que acabou. Ela não quer estar ali no futuro.
Ela está cansada. Ele está nú.
Ela sai. Não suporta vê-lo tremer.

Ela trá-lo para casa porque tem em medo de descobrir que está sozinha.
Ele dorme no sofá da sala de estar.

Eles não têm muito espaço para amar.

sexta-feira, 13 de fevereiro de 2009

quinta-feira, 12 de fevereiro de 2009

Web – Insensitive Asshole Douche Bag – On Campus

Damn you, WoC! Damn you to hell!

terça-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2009

Odeio apaixonar-me por personagens fictícias...(2)

There was another manner to get her to stop but it was against my very
being to do it: to plead. Like many other things I had thought that defined
others as being weak, such as wanting to protect somebody, was the act of
begging for something. I had never done it, and would never do it.

“Don’t do this Bella, you are being stupid,” this did not constitute as
begging; notice how there was no ‘please’ involved.

domingo, 8 de fevereiro de 2009

I should have met you in the 80´s

-Goddamn they don't make em' like they used to.

-Fuckin' 80's man, best shit ever !

-Bet'chr ass man, Guns N' Roses! Rules.

-Crue!

-Yeah!

-Def Lep!

-Then that Cobain pussy had to come around & ruin it all.

-Like theres something wrong, why not just have a good time?

-I'll tell you somethin', I hate the fuckin' 90's.


Excerto retirado do filme The Wrestler. Nunca nada me soou tão certo.

domingo, 1 de fevereiro de 2009

Luscious Sugar Licks

Pela primeira vez pedi o livro de reclamações numa loja. Não devia, mas gostei.

segunda-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2009

Odeio apaixonar-me por personagens fictícias...

«Worry, gratitude, and now pity. What would they make me feel next, euphoria? Soon enough people would see me going around kissing babies. It was disgusting»