i suppose it never does.

21.4.13

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(...) though she pushed her voice out as far as possible until sometimes it became a bird and flew away, she thought it doubtful whether it ever reached the person she was talking to.

The Voyage Out, Virginia Woolf

twit

20.4.13

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é normal uma pessoa começar a chorar a ouvir a Retrograde do James Blake à uma da manhã ou isto é só a TPM a dar-me cabo do sistema hormonal?

Suddenly I'm hit
Is this darkness of the dawn
And your friends are gone
When you friends won't come

just how far is the sky?

20.4.13

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My heartbeat has reached the epitome of rottenness; It is no longer part of my heart. Time for the shadows to come and grab me by the brain. Dearest, I am asking you again: Just how far is the sky?

Selected Letters, Friedrich Nietzsche (via)

diabos em forma de gente

17.4.13

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Quando não consideramos que o homem diante de nós é um ser humano, poucas serão as restrições que a nossa consciência imporá ao nosso comportamento para com ele.

Cidade de Vidro, Trilogia de Nova Iorque, Paul Auster

one day

14.4.13

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There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things - things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real.
The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts - tear ducts - to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes - then we ask: 'Will this sadness which makes me cry - will this sadness that makes my heart cry out - will it ever end?'
The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.

in Twin Peaks

I'm tired of my cave.

14.4.13

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