E se perguntassem o que vem a ser o certo, Gabriela olharia com a cabeça torta como a de um cachorro quando parece não compreender o que se passa. O olhar de repente vidrado de quem tem sede de entender as coisas que acontecem ao redor. Ela não sabia amar, talvez. Então mais um amor havia ido embora, mais um amor havia chegado ao fim. Nessa imensa individualidade onde ninguém podia entristecê-la sempre cresciam espinhos. Espinhos para machucar aqueles que a machucavam, então assim não a tocavam. Não tocava porque o medo da mágoa não deixava que lhe tocassem, ou então havia medo porque não haviam tocado fundo o suficiente para que o medo não existisse. Que triste então estava sendo, mas Gabriela parecia acostumada. Acostumada e fria porque depois de tantas lágrimas, ela finalmente parecia ter secado. A maquiagem borrada em volta dos olhos tinha sido limpa na noite anterior. Quando Antônio e ela se encontraram; ela parecia inteira. Inteira porque não tinha ficado nada dela para trás. Seus olhos eram de desilusão, de cansaço. Cansada de construir sonhos, planos, fantasias. E depois da desilusão ter de destruir uma a uma, como se nada daquilo tivesse um dia existido, só para olhar para trás e não sentir nada do que sentira antes. Era mais um fim doído, choroso, arrastado. Fosse o ponto final sua última lágrima de dor, já havia então sido decretado. Decretado num discurso mudo, num adeus em silêncio. Dito através de tudo daquilo que não havia sido falado. Antônio não parecia prestes a dizer nada. Gabriela não diria; se pudesse escolher, teria ficado calada, mas lhe escapou: “Meu coração tá ferido de amar errado. De amar demais, de querer demais, de viver demais. Amar, querer e viver tanto que tudo o mais em volta parece pouco. Seu amor, comparado ao meu, é pouco. Muito pouco. Mas você não vê. Não vê, não enxerga, não sente. Não sente porque não me faz sentir, não enxerga porque não quer. A mulher louca que sempre fui por você, e que mesmo tão cheia de defeitos sempre foi sua. Sempre fui só sua. Sempre quis ser só sua. Sempre te quis só meu. E você, cego de orgulho bobo, surdo de estupidez, nunca notou. Nunca notou que mulheres como eu não são fáceis de se ter; são como flores difíceis de cultivar. Flores que você precisa sempre cuidar, mas que homens que gostam de praticidade não conseguem. Homens que gostam das coisas simples. Eu não sou simples, nunca fui. Mas sempre quis ser sua. Você, meu homem, é que não soube cuidar. E nessa de cuidar, vou cuidar de mim. De mim, do meu coração e dessa minha mania de amar demais, de querer demais, de esperar demais. Dessa minha mania tão boba de amar errado. Seja feliz.

—Caio Fernando Abreu (via cerimoniais)

“Some try to hand me money, they don’t understand, I’m not broke… I’m just a broken hearted man. I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do? How can I move on when i’m still in love with you?”


- The man who can’t be moved - The Script

Mudei tanto. Será a idade? Serão os tempos? Perdi aquela necessidade de me apaixonar toda semana.

—Caio F. Abreu   (via pequenoromeu)

(Source: caiofabreu, via pequenoromeu)

“A year has passed and now we stand on the brink, of returning to a world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything and yet nothing being the same.In a couple of weeks we will reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears,we will say goodbye to people who were once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left.We will leave our best friends to return to our best friends.We will go back to the places we came from, and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer before.We will come into town on that same familiar road, and even though it has been months, it will seem like only yesterday.As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person you have become.You suddenly realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago don’t seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home will completely understand.Who will you call first?What will you do your first weekend home with your friends?Where are you going to work?Who will be at the party Saturday night?What has everyone been up to in the past few months?Who from school will you keep in touch with?How long before you actually start missing people barging in without calling or knocking?Then you start to realize how much things have changed, and you realize the hardest part of being an exchange student is balancing the two completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you have to leave behind.We now know the meaning of true friendship.We know who we have kept in touch with over the past year and who we hold dearest to our hearts.We’ve left our worlds to deal with the real world.We’ve had our hearts broken, we’ve fallen in love.There have been times when we’ve felt so helpless being hours away from home when we know our families or friends needed us the most, and there are times when we know we have made a difference.Just weeks from now we will leave.Just weeks from now we take down our pictures, and pack up our clothes.No more going next door to do nothing for hours on end. We will leave our friends whose random e-mails and phone calls will bring us to laughter and tears this summer, and hopefully years to come.We will take our memories and dreams and put them away for now, saving them for our return to this world.Just weeks from now we will arrive.Just weeks from now we will unpack our bags and have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our best friend’s house and do nothing for hours on end.We will return to the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought us to laughter and tears over the year.We will unpack old dreams and memories that have been put away for the past year.In just weeks we will dig deep inside to find the strength and conviction to adjust to change and still keep each other close.And somehow, in some way, we will find our place between these two worlds.In just weeks.Are you ready?” - Stolen from another exchange student.-

“A year has passed and now we stand on the brink, of returning to a world where we are surrounded by the paradox of everything and yet nothing being the same.
In a couple of weeks we will reluctantly give our hugs and, fighting the tears,we will say goodbye to people who were once just names on a sheet of paper to return to people that we hugged and fought tears to say goodbye to before we ever left.
We will leave our best friends to return to our best friends.
We will go back to the places we came from, and go back to the same things we did last summer and every summer before.
We will come into town on that same familiar road, and even though it has been months, it will seem like only yesterday.
As you walk into your old bedroom, every emotion will pass through you as you reflect on the way your life has changed and the person you have become.
You suddenly realize that the things that were most important to you a year ago don’t seem to matter so much anymore, and the things you hold highest now, no one at home will completely understand.
Who will you call first?
What will you do your first weekend home with your friends?
Where are you going to work?
Who will be at the party Saturday night?
What has everyone been up to in the past few months?
Who from school will you keep in touch with?
How long before you actually start missing people barging in without calling or knocking?
Then you start to realize how much things have changed, and you realize the hardest part of being an exchange student is balancing the two completely different worlds you now live in, trying desperately to hold on to everything all the while trying to figure out what you have to leave behind.
We now know the meaning of true friendship.
We know who we have kept in touch with over the past year and who we hold dearest to our hearts.
We’ve left our worlds to deal with the real world.
We’ve had our hearts broken, we’ve fallen in love.
There have been times when we’ve felt so helpless being hours away from home when we know our families or friends needed us the most, and there are times when we know we have made a difference.
Just weeks from now we will leave.
Just weeks from now we take down our pictures, and pack up our clothes.
No more going next door to do nothing for hours on end. We will leave our friends whose random e-mails and phone calls will bring us to laughter and tears this summer, and hopefully years to come.
We will take our memories and dreams and put them away for now, saving them for our return to this world.
Just weeks from now we will arrive.
Just weeks from now we will unpack our bags and have dinner with our families. We will drive over to our best friend’s house and do nothing for hours on end.
We will return to the same friends whose random emails and phone calls have brought us to laughter and tears over the year.
We will unpack old dreams and memories that have been put away for the past year.
In just weeks we will dig deep inside to find the strength and conviction to adjust to change and still keep each other close.
And somehow, in some way, we will find our place between these two worlds.
In just weeks.
Are you ready?” - Stolen from another exchange student.-

Hoje, depois de ter dito muita coisa que magoou muita gente e ter ouvido muita coisa que me magoou, eu penso antes de falar. Eu respiro fundo e conto até cem mil se precisar. A palavra dita não tem volta. A ferida que ela causa fica pra sempre.

—Tati Bernardi (via sociedadedosanjosesquecidos)

(Source: afeta-me, via sociedadedosanjosesquecidos)

Life is like a roller coaster. It has its ups and downs, but its your choice to scream or enjoy the ride.

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Eu espero que um dia, você olhe para trás, pense em mim e depois diga… ”Eu devia ter ficado com ela.

—Simple Plan (via cerimoniais)

Aprendi que tudo passa, tomando chá ou cachaça.

—Cássia Eller  (via cerimoniais)

No fim você coloca um sorriso no rosto e finge que é sincero, até que a vida o faça realmente ser.

—Caio Fernando Abreu  (via cerimoniais)

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