Friday, March 16, 2012
Monday, December 12, 2011
Não procure alguém que te complete… Complete a si mesmo e procure alguém que te transborde. Clarice Lispector
Thursday, December 8, 2011

A morte é a curva da estrada,
Morrer é só não ser visto.
Se escuto, eu te oiço a passada
Existir como eu existo.

A terra é feita de céu.
A mentira não tem ninho.
Nunca ninguém se perdeu.
Tudo é verdade e caminho.

Fernando Pessoa

Thursday, October 6, 2011
… almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart. Steve Jobs
Monday, July 4, 2011
Experiência não é o que acontece com um homem; é o que um homem faz com o que lhe acontece. Aldous Huxley
Thursday, June 9, 2011
donttrysuicide:

OH MAN, I’LL REBLOG THIS EVERYTIME. I JUST LOVE THIS MAN.

donttrysuicide:

OH MAN, I’LL REBLOG THIS EVERYTIME. I JUST LOVE THIS MAN.

(Source: pocahauntedx)

Sunday, June 5, 2011
There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone, and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It’s easier to be alone. Because what if you learn that you need love? And then you don’t have it? What if you like it? And lean on it? What if you shape your life around it? And then… it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is… death ends. This…? It could go on forever. Grey’s Anatomy
Friday, June 3, 2011
Monday, April 18, 2011
Marriage is hard. It’s really fuckin hard. It’s just two people slogging through  the shit, year after year, getting older, changing - fucking marathon,  OK? So sometimes you know you’re together so long you stop seeing the  other person, you just see weird projections of your own junk. Instead  of talking to each other, you go off the rails and act grubby and make  stupid choices…

Marriage is hard. It’s really fuckin hard. It’s just two people slogging through the shit, year after year, getting older, changing - fucking marathon, OK? So sometimes you know you’re together so long you stop seeing the other person, you just see weird projections of your own junk. Instead of talking to each other, you go off the rails and act grubby and make stupid choices…

Que seja carência, que seja saudade, que seja medo, que seja insegurança, que seja até solidão, mas que não seja amor, meu Deus. (via segredoscigarrosemomentos)