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“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade…The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person who you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And context is everything.”

Nascida e criada à beira mar

Há algo melhor do que esta paisagem para alinhar a mente com a alma? Definitivamente quem me tira isto, tira-me tudo.

Estado de espírito:

Farta, fartinha de "dores de cabeça" (do ofício entenda-se).

Isto de ter tudo agendado para a mesma altura esgota qualquer um. Ando a sonhar, até acordada, com a época em que a maior preocupação seja fazer a fotossíntese. 

E eu a pensar

que a minha vista estava impecável.

Os meus olhos e as luzes ultimamente não combinam, principalmente quando algures num foco de luz se encontra texto para ler.

Ora aqui está uma boa forma de começar. (Apesar de não ter visto o filme) revejo um pouco de mim.