there are all kind of blanks. you see, a little one here, two out there. they live in here. every morning i check, there's always fresh news - they're getting bigger and bigger. carefully, i try to hug them, try to catch them. but i can't, they don't let me. fucking stubbornness.

ponto da situação: não sei se hei-de rir, se hei-de chorar. ai

i'm so fucking tired of myself. it's like nothing could ever be like i would like it to be. they're all getting amazing, great looks and bright ideas. and they can do it, they actually do, and do you know why? 'cause they're so fucking special. oh, i'm tired of trying, but it looks like it's not my time. (yet, says me). but of course. the major problem is that it's never enough, and believe me, is not as beautiful as it seems.

"in front of a coffee shop on the outskirts of Austin, I learned my first lesson about real love - it persists even after the parties involved have torned each other down. real love builds us back up. in front seat of my 4runner, in the parking lot of a bookstore, at the end of the coldest months of the year, i learned that the real love, however misguided, is forgiving. but also that misguided love is hopelessly flowed and, regrettably, temporary."

on lelove

é que tem olhos em bico.

oouuh cute cute cute

laura, laura (coração meu)

dói-me o corpo. hoje era de ficar na cama, a adormecer e a acordar, adormecer e acordar. sempre neste registo, que me dizes? hum, és mesmo um preguiçoso, mas chega-te para lá que eu gosto. nunca mais me deixes sozinha, está bem? prometes? chá ou chocolate?

é de cheiro a terra molhada. os olhos sabem. e não me venhas cá com histórias - os olhos não mentem. tu mentes, eles não. e leves, cansadas, de triste melancolia bailam. pingos, cheiro a terra molhada. humm, eu já só quero chegar a casa.