Sou quase normal por fora, pra ninguém desconfiar. Mas por dentro eu deliro e questiono. Não quero uma vida pequena, um amor pequeno, uma alegria que caiba dentro da bolsa. Eu quero mais que isso. Quero o que não vejo. Quero o que não entendo. Quero muito e quero sem fim. Não cresci pra viver mais ou menos, nasci com dois pares de asas, vou aonde eu me levar. Por isso, não me venha com superfícies, nada raso me satisfaz. Eu quero é o mergulho. Entrar de roupa e tudo no infinito que é a vida. E rezar – se ainda acreditar – pra sair ainda bem melhor do outro lado de lá.

"This life is what you make it.
No matter what, you’re going to
mess up sometimes, it’s a universal
truth. But the good part is you get
to decide how you’re going to mess
it up. Girls will be your friends – they’ll
act like it anyway. But just remember,
some come, some go. The ones that
stay with you through everything –
they’re your true best friends. Don’t
let go of them. Also remember, sisters
make the best friends in the world. As
for lovers, well, they’ll come and go too.
And I hate to say it, most of them
– actually pretty much all of them- are
going to break your heart, but you can’t
give up because if you give up, you’ll never
find that half who makes you whole. Just because
you fail once, doesn’t mean you’re gonna
fail at everything. Keep trying, hold on,
and always, always, always believe in
yourself, because if you don’t, then
who will, sweetie? So keep your head
high, keep your chin up, and most
importantly, keep smiling, because
life’s a beautiful thing and there’s
so much to smile about."
-Marilyn Monroe

If I were a boy I would turn off my phone, tell everyone it's broken so they would think that I was sleeping alone...I would put myself first and make the rules as I go cause I know she would be faithful, waiting for me to come home.

yes, really do not know

"Não entendo. Isso é tão vasto que ultrapassa qualquer entender. Entender é sempre limitado. Mas não entender pode não ter fronteiras. Sinto que sou muito mais completa quando não entendo. Não entender, do modo como falo, é um dom. Não entender, mas não como um simples de espírito. O bom é ser inteligente e não entender. É uma benção estranha, como ter loucura sem ser doida. É um desinteresse manso, é uma doçura de burrice. Só que de vez em quando vem a inquietação: quero entender um pouco. Não demais: mas pelo menos entender que não entendo"

Now I understand

Much as some of us fight it, our parents have a mystical hold over us, the power to affect our thoughts and emotions the way only they can. It's a bond that changes over time, but doesn't diminish, even if they're half a world away, or in another world entirely.
It's a power we never fully understand. We're left only to wonder that when our time comes, what kind of hold will we have on our children?

Guess so

Sometimes when you're young, you think nothing can hurt you, it's like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you and you have big plans. Big plans to find your perfect match... the one that completes you... But as you get older, you realize its not always that easy. It's not until the end of your life that you realize that the plans you made were simply plans... because at the end when you're looking back instead of forward, you want to believe that you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe that you're leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered.

Albert Camus once wrote,

"Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken." But I wonder if there's no breaking then there's no healing, and if there's no healing then there's no learning. And if there's no learning then there's no struggle. But struggle is a part of life. So must all hearts be broken?"