tenho andado muito distante, eu sei. e cansada também.
e eu que só há pouco é que me dei conta que o meu blogue já tem dois anos. enapá, que o tempo passa mesmo a voar.
It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing. It hurts so much. When i feel someone is going to leave me, i have a tendency to break up first before i get to hear the whole thing. Here it is. One more, one less. Another wasted love story. I really loved this one. When i think that’s over, that i’ll never seen him again like this… well yes, i’ll bump into him, we’ll meet our new boyfriend and girlfriend, act as if we had never been together, then we’ll slowly think of each other, less and less until we forget each other completely . Almost. Always the same for me. Break up, break down. Drunk up, fool around. Meet one guy, then another, fuck around. Forget the one and only. Then after a few months of total emptiness start again to look for true love, desesperately look everywhere and after of two years of loneliness meet a new love and swear it is the one, until that one is gone as well. There’s a moment in life where you can’t recover any more from another break-up. And even if this person bugs you sixty percent of the time, well, you still can’t live without him. And even if he wakes you up every day by sneezing right in your face, well you love his sneezes more than anyone else kisses.

 um dia, parte 6 - aprendizagem da dança do quadrado pela noite dentro

 um dia, parte 5 - o quarto do joão (ou de como se encontra mais arrumadinho que o meu)
940 kcal ingeridas no mac, depressão, raiva e felicidade, destino e a tal conversa que agora tento evitar. respira cátia que a vida continua
I had a dream. In fact, it was the night I met you. In the dream, there was our world and the world was dark because there weren't any robins, and the robins represented love. And for the longest time, there was just this darkness. And all of a sudden, thousands of robins were set free, and they flew down and brought this Blinding Light of Love. And it seemed like that love would be the only thing that would make any difference. And it did. So I guess it means there is trouble 'til the robins come.
"está a bater"
estou de volta. terrivelmente cansada e feliz e a entrar em estado de depressão after trip. benalmadena veio comprovar que sou uma ninja e que, afinal, até sei jogar poker. e também passei a acreditar em blackouts. posso voltar? ♥
sou má a trabalhar sob pressão e no entanto continuo a deixar as coisas para a última da hora. não fossem as listas e não me safava. até daqui a uma semana.

 um dia, parte 4 - à descoberta da casa do miguel

um update da situação:

- hoje sonhei com uma porta no céu e acordei com o despertador a tocar. agora estou curiosa para saber para onde daria a porta flutuante.
- tive 19 num trabalho de sociologia fuckyeah. parece que valeu a pena fazer uma sesta entre as 3 e as 5 da manhã.
- estou em contagem decrescente para passear a pevide (?) e ainda não fiz a mala.

- vou dormir.
galhofa, galhofa, galhofa