And here I am sitting in my window.
“Quando as pessoas se preocupam profundamente com alguma coisa, elas mostram mais seu verdadeiro eu”.
“We can’t respect someone who kisses your ass”
Isso sim é sabedoria.
‘Not mad’, I said, ‘you’re going sane’.
The perks of being ironic.
Charlie: I don’t know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate. So if this does end up being the last letter I just want you to know that I was in a bad place before I started high school and you helped me. Even if you didn’t know what I was talking about or know someone who has gone through it, you made me not feel alone. Because I know there are people who say all these things don’t happen. And there are people who forget what it’s like to be 16 when they turn 17. I know these will all be stories someday. And our pictures will become old photographs. We’ll all become somebody’s mom or dad. But right now these moments are not stories. This is happening, I am here and I am looking at her. And she is so beautiful. I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You are alive, and you stand up and see the lights on the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song and that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear, we are infinite
É a vida do pensar
É a vida muda
Cega à atitude
É a vida calada
Surda ao movimento
É o potencial da vida real
É questionar o que é a realidade
Sem nunca conhece-la
É chamar de vida um rascunho de vontade
É chamar de amor vagas letras mundanas
É chamar de meu o que não está em minhas mãos.