luxurious

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through
like you do
And I was made for you...

Duas formigas japonesas se encontram:
- Oi, meu nome é Fu.
- Fu o que?
- Fumiga. E o seu?
- Eu sou Ota. Ota Fumiga.

So fail. Be bad at things. Be embarrassed. Be afraid. Be vulnerable. Go out on a limb or two or twelve. You will fall, and it will hurt. But the farther you fall, the higher you will rise. The higher you rise, the clearer your future becomes. Failure is a gift, welcome it. There are people who spend their whole lives wondering how they became the people they became, how certain chances pass them by, why they didn’t take the roads less traveled. Those people aren’t you. You have front row seats to your own transformation and in transforming yourself, you might transform the world. It will be electric, and I promise it will be terrifying. Embrace that; embrace the new person you’re becoming. This is your moment. I promise you, it is now, not to two minutes from now, not tomorrow, but really now. Own that, know that deep in your bones, go to sleep every night knowing that, wake up every morning remembering that, and keep going.

(roubei de um blog)

[RADIOHEAD]

pra mim essa musica diz tudo,era o k eu queria dizer...ele conseguiu tocar meu coração la no cantinho escuro....

were i wish i was at this moment...that's me

A verdade é tudo aquilo que o homem precisa para viver, não pode ganhar nem comprar dos outros.
Todo homem deve produzí-la sempre no seu íntimo, se não ele se arruína.
Viver sem a verdade é impossível, mas não exagere o culto da verdade.
Não há um único homem no mundo, que não tenha mentido muitas vezes e com razão.

Franz Kafka e Jorge Luis Borges

Onde é que fica o espírito olímpico essas horas?
ouch!

Amo-te tanto meu amor... não cante
O humano coração com mais verdade...
Amo-te como amigo e como amante
Numa sempre diversa realidade.