"We all have our scars"
Resultado de não fazer educação física à três anos: estou completamente KO com a suposta "visita de estudo" de hoje. Can't... walk... straight.
''There are a lot of people needing me more than I need myself''
''I wonder where do I stand in the middle of all of that''
''You're the one I need for myself''
So, amanhã é segunda-feira e only God knows how much I hate Mondays! O que piora a situação toda é que amanhã vou ter uma espécie de "visita de estudo" a Biologia e Geologia, no âmbito da Geologia, mesmo. Vamos praticamente andar a manhã toda a percorrer a cidade de uma ponta à outra de mochilas às costas a ver espécimes de fósseis e outro tipo de pedras. I'm so not excited about it. Please, weather, let it be rain tomorrow instead of sun!
- Sincerely, Ana
"Sometimes I feel so jealous of fish, when they cry nobody knows"
Lip: I love you.
Karen: I think we should stop seeing each other. I think we should just be friends.
Lip: Why? Is it because I said I love you? Because I don’t love you. That wasn’t love you love you. That was middle of sex love you. Listen honest, I don’t love you. Okay, no, listen. I promise, I promise I don’t love you. Karen, I don’t love you.
Olá, eu sou a Ana e odeio ser a filha que sou.
Good morning world. Guess what? I didn't have a pleasant wake up but I guess it will all be okay. It always does, right?
"My best intentions keep making a mess of things, I just wanna fix it somehow"
That awkward moment when you try not to hurt one of the people who cares more about you then yourself but you end in disappointing her anyways.
I'm sorry. (I didn't meant to hurt you)
I just wanted to tell you how much I love you, Psycho. ♥
Happy Birthday, Rafael. ♥
"You okay?"
"Me awesome"
"Come on, I'm serious. Estás bem?"
"Não. Sim."
"Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed rate mortgage payments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit crushing game show, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pushing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life."
Olá, eu sou a Ana e não gosto de progressões aritméticas.
That awkward moment when someone starts talking about your weight saying that you're beautiful and you just can't handle the tears because you think the complete opposite.
“There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t ‘cause 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 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, 7x22 "Unaccompanied Minor"
"Já compreendo a morte, compreendo que a certa altura o coração e cérebro param e o ser humano morre, mas ainda assim... não compreendo porque tiveste tu que morrer. Não compreendo que ser egocêntrico és tu, que me deixas para vagueares pelo nada, onde nem leis da física haverão."
- João Pires, Colesteral Olto
That awkward moment when you realize the people who truly care about you live far far away.
It's good to be afraid, it means you have something to lose.
And all I really want to do is love you, a kind much closer than friends use
And then there’s that one little moment when all you can do is lay on your back and just stay there. Breathing gets too painful, moving gets too painful, blinking gets too painful. All you can do is just stay there. On the ground with eyes wide open while your body turns cold. You feel it, every inch of your body is dying but you simply don’t care. You’re too tired to get up, you’re too tired to fight. Fighting just doesn’t worth it. Why fighting when you can just lay there and see life pass right in front of your eyes? It hurts less. You slowly stop breathing, you stop caring because everybody just doesn’t. All those people who shit on you get to your mind, tears start streaming down your face warming up your skin, and it’s just probably the only thing who says that you’re alive. Everything aches, your heart aches, your body aches and those tears you’ve been crying suddenly feel like the heaviest thing you’ve ever carried before. You’re dying. And you don’t mind. At all. You stop breathing; you feel your blood starting to run slow through your veins, you feel it for the last time in your life. Your heart stops beating, you’re now dead. But in a strange way, you’re more alive than you’ve ever felt before.
"Sadness is my boyfriend, oh sadness I'm your girl!"
"Meredith: Adapt or die. As many times as we've heard it, the lesson doesn't get easier. The problem is we're human. We want more than just to survive. We want love. We want success. We want to be the best that we can be. So, we fight like hell to get those things. Anything else feels like death."
- Grey's Anatomy, 7x21 "I Will Survive"