I don’t know how to do the laundry.

I walk up the stairs two at a time.
My hair is its natural color.
A movie has made me cry.
A book has made me cry.
A song has made me cry.
A man has never made me cry.
I am for the death penalty.
There have been times when I seriously wished I could kill myself.
I know someone else who attempted suicide.
I don’t show my emotions.
I am a pessimist.
I'm trying to be more optimistic.
I usually have no self confidence.
There is a TV in this room.
I am next to a window.
I have given directions to someone in a car.
Someone has borrowed something and not given it back yet.
I usually try not to bring attention to myself.
I’m an oldest child.
Sometimes I act like I have OCD.
I could people-watch all day.
I can touch my thumb to my pinkie around my wrist.
I try to use correct spelling/grammar on the computer.
I know the difference between its and it’s.
I can get very annoyed by happy people.
I wish my hair was naturally red.
I’m sarcastic a lot.
Sometimes people don't understand I'm being sarcastic.
I give people the silent treatment when I’m mad instead.
Swallowing pills is difficult for me.
Sometimes I wish I could get plastic surgery
I’ve cried myself to sleep
I hate bermuda shorts.
Big lips are attractive.
I never wear skirts.
I bought three different colored lipsticks.
Lipstick is uncomfortable.
My favorite band broke up.
I  dropped something today.
My away message is always up to avoid people.
I’ve worn earphones/headphones without music to avoid people.
I don’t know how to do the laundry.

Já aceitei que sou uma pessoa frágil. Sou definitivamente amante, não lutadora.

No amount of medication is gonna change the way you feel.

SONETO LXXXI

Ya eres mía. Reposa con tu sueño en mi sueño.
Amor, dolor, trabajos, deben dormir ahora.
Gira la noche sobre sus invisibles ruedas
y junto a mí eres pura como el ámbar dormido.

Ninguna más, amor, dormirá con mis sueños.
Irás, iremos juntos por las aguas del tiempo.
Ninguna viajará por la sombra conmigo,
sólo tú, siempreviva, siempre sol, siempre luna.

Ya tus manos abrieron los puños delicados
y dejaron caer suaves signos sin rumbo,
tus ojos se cerraron como dos alas grises,

mientras yo sigo el agua que llevas y me lleva:
la noche, el mundo, el viento devanan su destino,
y ya no soy sin ti sino sólo tu sueño.

Neruda.

I kinda think I like her
I kinda think I do

La Mer

"and when the day comes
i'll become the sky
and i'll become the sea
and the sea will come to kiss me
for i am going home

nothing can stop me now"


Não é a La Mer do Debussy (essa é aquela em que se consegue encontrar a sequência de Fibonacci e a Divina Proporção....e a minha vida é tão interessante que eu perco tempo a saber estas coisas), é a La Mer dos NIN, onde não se encontra nada. 

Viver não custa, o que custa é saber viver

Não sei quem o disse, mas está completamente enganado. O que custa é mesmo viver.

E enquanto aqui estou, e em vez de respostas só surgem mais perguntas, vou levar a mão ao pulso a ver se encontro algum batimento cardíaco. Quando o coração está a bater é sinal que estamos vivos certo? Onde temos que levar a mão para ver se estamos a viver?