resumo destas últimas semanas:
corte de cabelo radical, trabalhos para entregar, stress, férias, jantaradas, dormidas, new year's eve no cinema, definição de relações (ou a impossibilidade de), planos para 2012, leituras e filmes em dia, despedidas, prendas de natal à última da hora.
há cenas que nunca mudam.
há cenas que nunca mudam.
You know what's wrong with you, Whoever-you-are ? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas , or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.
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