Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to know who cares enough to break them down.

Posted by RiTA | Posted in , , | Posted on 01:59

"It is better to know some of the questions, than all of the answers."

Quem o disse? RC, usando as palavras de James Thurber. Erros. Erros. Erros. Respostas? Poucas. Mas muitas que não foram as que eu queria. Perguntas? Muitas. Poucas que eu gostava de ver respondidas. Medo. Medo do futuro e peso do passado. A minha mente parece-se com um daqueles quadros pretos que se usavam na escola, onde perguntas a giz branco se sobrepõe sem cessar. Bang. Bang. Bang. Perguntas que começam com "Porque..." Raramente as consigo completar. E cansaço. Cansaço de nada e de tudo. Cansaço de Álvaro de Campos. E ansiedade. Ânsia de ver reparado um erro do qual ninguém pode ser culpado se não eu. E já nem sei porque escrevo, por quem escrevo, se não por mim. Dorme. Dorme. Dorme.

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give an ounce of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns a glass splinter working way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." Neil Gaiman






Moment's OST: "Miserable at Best" Mayday Parade


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