Nino is late. Amelie can only see two explanations. 1 - he didn't get the photo. 2 - before he could assemble it, a gang of bank robbers took him hostage. The cops gave chase. They got away... but he caused a crash. When he came to, he'd lost his memory. An ex-con picked him up, mistook him for a fugitive, and shipped him to Istanbul. There he met some Afghan raiders who too him to steal some Russian warheads. But their truck hit a mine in Tajikistan. He survived, took to the hills, and became a Mujaheddin. Amelie refuses to get upset for a guy who'll eat borscht all his life in a hat like a tea cozy.

I do not care what car you drive. Where you live. If you know someone who knows someone who knows someone. If your clothes are this years cutting edge. If your trust fund is unlimited. If you are A-list, B-list or never-heard-of-you list. I only care about the words that flutter from your mind. They are the only thing you truly own. The only thing I will remember you by. I will not fall in love with your bones and skin. I will not fall in love with the places you have been. I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.

(Andre Jordan)

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?