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Uakti and Philip Glass - Águas da Amazônia
"There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn't need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don't romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise."
Emery Allen
Elm (2) I let her go. I let her go Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery. How your bad dreams possess and endow me. I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with it hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity. Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart? I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches?- Its snaky acids hiss. It petrifies the will. There are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.
Sylvia Plath
Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough.
The Perks of Being a Wallflower
i'm seventeen omg how this happen?
Dear insomnia,
Fuck you
Sincerely,
Me
Eu não tinha este rosto de hoje, Assim calmo, assim triste, assim magro, Nem estes olhos tão vazios, nem o lábio amargo. Eu não tinha estas mãos sem força, Tão paradas e frias e mortas; Eu não tinha este coração que nem se mostra. Eu não dei por esta mudança, Tão simples, tão certa, tão fácil: Em que espelho ficou perdida a minha face?
Cecília Meireles