e teus olhos jorraram lágrimas
temo murmurar-te que morras
não vás tu morrer também
fico-me por aqui
que eu já sinto que morri.
— Rafael Espingardeiro, 18/12/12; 23:24, ‘Murmúrios’ (via seizeexistence)
Arranca metade do meu corpo, do meu coração, dos meus sonhos.
Tira um pedaço de mim, qualquer coisa que me desfaça.
Me recria, porque eu não suporto mais pertencer a tudo, mas não caber em lugar algum.
— José Saramago (via cuspo)
I think the big mistake in schools is trying to teach children anything, and by using fear as the basic motivation. Fear of getting failing grades, fear of not staying with your class, etc. Interest can produce learning on a scale compared to fear as a nuclear explosion to a firecracker.
— Stanley Kubrick (via oscomigosdemim)
I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.
I cannot even explain it to myself.
— Franz Kafka (via ornatos)
I think too much. I think ahead. I think behind. I think sideways. I think it all. If it exists, I’ve fucking thought of it.
— Winona Ryder (via arpeggia)
you’ve become so
damaged, that when
someone wants to
give you, what you
you have no idea,
how to respond.