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… se não conhecemos com precisão o significado das palavras que usamos, nada poderemos discutir com proveito. A maior parte dos debates fúteis com que gastamos nosso tempo se deve principalmente ao facto de que cada um tem suas próprias e vagas significações das palavras que usamos e admite que os oponentes as usem com os mesmos sentidos. Se começarmos por definir nossos termos, teremos discussões muitíssimo mais proveitosas. Mais ainda, basta-nos ler os jornais diários para observar que a propaganda ( a moderna réplica da retórica) depende amplamente, para seu sucesso, de confundir o significado dos vocábulos. Se os políticos fossem compelidos por lei a definir qualquer termo que desejassem usar, perderiam muito de sua popularidade, seus discursos seriam mais curtos e verificar-se-ia que muitas de suas divergências eram puramente verbais".
CROSSMAN, R. H. S., Plato To-day, 1937. (via ctapajoz)
Mas é só um plano, entre os milhares que já tive e nunca realizei. Sempre fui o rei dos planos, péssimo em execuções.
Gabito Nunes. (via tritongos)
Nunca ninguém sabe se estou louco para rir ou para chorar. Por isso o meu verso tem esse quase imperceptível tremor. A vida é triste, o mundo é louco! Nem vale a pena matar-se por isso. Nem por ninguém. Por nenhum amor. A vida continua, indiferente…
Mário Quintana. (via cambaleei)
Me myself and i.
So wake me up when it's all over ....
This is what I wrote deep in my anxiety attack. I hope that it helps you understand your own feelings or maybe someone close to you.
I don’t have a clever saying or idea for you to focus on this week. The truth of it is that I’ve been struggling with a lot of internal issues myself as of late. I can’t exactly be strong for others while I find myself unable to be strong in my daily life. I started posting Motivational Monday’s because it was not only a way to bring positivity to others but an outlet for me to work on things that were presenting themselves in my world. I tend to get a lot of shit for putting out such personal information but the thing is that I got tired of being quiet about it. I spent 20 some years dealing with things that I didn’t understand. When I was younger no one talked about mental illness. Eating disorders were looked at as something that only plagued rich white girls trying to be super models and if you didn’t have a mainstream, well known about, easily labeled eating disorder well then you didn’t have shit. You just had no self control and/or were fat. Binge eating to deal with emotional issues like depression and anxiety weren’t talked about. Depression only counted if you were cutting yourself. If you had to force a smile when all you’d rather do is lay in your bed for hours, well then you were lazy. How can you just not find a way to be happy? You’re so incredibly blessed with all these things. Just be happy. Anxiety wasn’t really a thing either. You were just awkward. And what if you were popular? It was impossible for you to be depressed or anxious if you were popular…right? Of course not, that’s not a thing. So yeah, I’m talking about it. I get it. I’m just a model/naked internet girl/performer/whatever you want to call me. I should just show the world how successful and happy I am. How I party it up and blah blah blah. I’m not going to do that. Yes, I have some amazing moments in my life. I won’t belittle those, but that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle with these things all the time and maybe if others had talked about these issues when I was younger it wouldn’t have taken me to until my late 20’s to figure out that I even had these issues. Maybe instead of drinking, or heading out for a smoke, or even hiding behind the easy out of “I’m performing so I have to say hi to everyone and can’t stay for a real conversation” I would have been able to recognize that I had used all these things to lessen a deeper problem. Maybe instead of consistently fighting what seems like an uphill battle I’d be better by now. Maybe not better but maybe ok. I’m working on it. I do whole heartedly believe it does get better, but since I can’t offer you anything I’m taking (at least) this week to unplug and focus on me. You do you and I’ll do me and after a week of radio science let’s get back together and see how we are.
Love, Selfish Love (Part 16)
“Look out, it’s the Plague Girl!”
“Run! Before she coughs on you and you get so sick you’ll never be able to hold anything down except bran flakes!”
“Forget her disease, she’s a witch! Don’t look at her funny or she’s going to cast a spell on you!”
“She’s not a witch, dum-dum, they don’t exist! She’s a ninja though so don’t let her get her hands on you—especially her pinkie!”
Some were meant as harsh jokes by bullies, some were said seriously by gullible students, some were just students following everyone else.
The things they all had in common, however, was that they were all perfectly willing to say it while Valerie was within earshot, and no one wanted to get within three feet of her.
Pretty much everyone had stopped trying to dismiss the rumours—Valerie, Neala, the school staff, the Harrises, and the Kobayashis, especially Sashi who was no longer allowed on campus without a security guard escorting her.
Dedicated as the school was to their anti-bullying and anti-discrimination initiatives, there was only so much you could do against the force of nature that was grade school students with easy access to social media.
Valerie didn’t mind. It meant that few ever dared to really bother her these days for all of the superstition around her.
It also meant that no one wanted to even speak to her, which made it almost impossible to make friends, but that was okay.
She already had one, and Neala was friend enough.
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Quando dei por mim já tinha me tornado uma pessoa fria e sem sentimento algum. Por mais que tudo em minha volta se mostrasse feliz, meu rancor era maior que qualquer coisa. Fiquei implicante, chato e mal-humorado. Sem entender esses risos descontrolados, e inúteis. Essas frases de impacto que nunca salvarão o mundo, essas pessoas que falam de amor como se fosse algo fácil e simples, pessoas que amam pessoas sem nunca terem se visto pessoalmente; amizades falsas e simplesmente por interesse. Enfim, quando dei por mim, fiquei mais critico e seletivo. Agora só desejo que o mundo me entenda; eu não escolhi ser assim, o mundo me tornou assim. Um dia quem sabe meu senso de ridículo vá embora, e eu volte a gostar do mundo como ele é. Wf
O mundo quer te enlouquecer nao ceda
Pra ser sincera, to cansada de tudo e de todos. To cansada da maneira que me tratam, cansada de fingir que estou bem, cansada de sorrir quando na verdade meus olhos brilham cheios d'água, to cansada de ter que mentir pra todos e pra tudo. Sabe aquele momento em que bate um vazio e você não sabe pra onde correr? Então. Sabe quando você acha que pode contar com alguém e indepentemente do caso, ela te dá uma punhalada? Então. Sabe quando você se encotra num quarto escuro, sem sinal nenhum de uma solução pra sair dali? Então, é assim. Músicas serviam pra me trazer alegrias e marcar momentos, hoje elas servem pra me fazer chorar e descrever o que eu sinto. Filmes de romance serviam pra achar que tudo tem saída e que no final de tudo a mocinha e o mocinho ficam juntos, hoje eles me fazem pensar que nós não servimos um para o outro. Amizade podíamos dizer que era verdadeira, mas hoje ela só serve pra dar outro nome a ’Falsidade’ e ao ’Interesse’. Já não sei mais por onde e com quem andar, se um dia eu te disser adeus, pedir pra me esquecer, dizer que tudo acabou, dizer que darei um ponto final em tudo, se você se importar realmente comigo me peça pra não desistir, mas se um dia eu fizer tudo isso e você não der a mínima não venha dizer que eu não avisei. {Cristiane Ferreira}
(The World Of A Girl Any)
Eu não queria destruir nada, nem ninguém. Só queria sair de fininho pela porta dos fundos sem causar alvoroço nem consequências.
Comer, Rezar, Amar (via v--a--m--p--i--r--e)
Talvez eu estaja reclamando de barriga cheia, pois tenho almoço e tem pessoas que nao podem ter .Tenho como pegar onibus. Tem como ser pensante critico?, nao !mainstream ?sso nao e viver!
Quando adestramos a nossa consciência, ela beija-nos ao mesmo tempo que nos morde. Friedrich Nietzsche