sexta-feira, 4 de abril de 2014

Tem essa coisa meio confusa, a faixa etária.

Os pequeninos, fofinhos, tão lindos, bilu-bilu, fica quieto, isso não se faz, e assim vai por um bom tempo. Depois a adolescência, toma tino, se mexe!, inverte tudo e de repente @ infeliz precisa decidir o que vai fazer para o resto da vida, depois de ter passado metade dela levando ordem de todos os lados para não fazer nada.

Se tiver algum apoio decente e uma mente sã consegue chegar a algum lado para rapidamente perceber que ainda continua levando ordem de todos os lados. Já tem idade para saber melhor, alguém passa as roupas, vai sair mais, conhecer mais gente, cortar o cabelo, conheceu alguém, aprendeu a cozinhar, fazer café.

Drible daqui, drible de lá, muita gente fica pelo caminho e chega aos quarenta. Olha para trás com uma sensação de liberdade na cabeça. Mas quando olha para os lados, lá estão os chacais. Já deveria ter idade para isto, já deveria ter idade para aquilo, cozido, frito, assado, e quando, e se, chegar aos cinquenta, sessenta, setenta, oitenta serão outros abutres pelo caminho.

Discriminação é um conceito muito amplo. Vai muito além de etnias, opções religiosas, sexuais e semelhantes.

Desde que a pessoa não cometa um ato criminoso, nem interfira com a sua vida, o que é que você tem a ver com o comportamento de uma pessoa? Ela tem o direito de se comportar como ela quiser, do mesmo jeito que você.

Sabe o que você pode fazer? Quando, e se, você convidar a pessoa para ir na sua casa, você pode dizer: "mas é a minha casa, e na minha casa, as pessoas não se comportam/vestem/comem como você" -- e a pessoa terá a opção -- aceitar o convite ou não.

Quem é que disse que, só porque alguém tem quarentas, ou trintas, ou vintes, ou cinquentas, ou cems, não pode ser feliz, sorrir, brincar, se divertir, correr, pular, chorar, falar sozinha, sentar numa praça e fechar os olhos e sentir o calor do sol ou as gotas da chuva, hoje vestir um terno, amanhã se vestir de hippie, ou fazer o que quer que seja?

Do mesmo jeito que nunca alguém está preparado para nada na vida, também alguém pode nunca estar preparado para deixar de estar.

Com toda a veemência que me cabe, a todas as pessoas que realmente acham que existe um limite só porque alguém chegou a uma idade: vai ali na esquina ver se eu estou lá e depois envie um relatório detalhado a cada dois minutos, porque aparentemente você adora cuidar da vida alheia.

quinta-feira, 3 de abril de 2014

Conversations with myself, or How to remain sane, or How to have fun, or Whatever


  • me:wat u wanna do
  • me:when
  • me:now
  • me:pee
  • me:and after
  • me:im tired
  • me:me too
  • me:oh, the odds
  • me:u r funny
  • me:the odds
  • me:ok
  • me:ok
  • me:so go pee and go rest
  • me:thats a good idea
  • me:i know
  • me:now whos there
  • me:me
  • me:im really tired
  • me:u dont say
  • me::)
{tumblr has no option to download all posts, like facebook, as far as i know, so im publishing some of my posts here, to save someplace else}

Conversations with myself, or How to remain sane, or How to have fun, or Whatever


  • me:when this all started
  • me:i dont remember, do you
  • me:no
  • me:long time ago, i think
  • me:yeah
  • me:im trying to remember, but zero
  • me:too much information
  • me:but u love me right
  • me:sure, couldnt live without you
  • me:ok
  • me:but i dont like you all the time
  • me:when
  • me:it depends
  • me:on wat
  • me:your behaviour
  • me:i see
  • me:you're such a disappointment sometimes
  • me:you're not behind
  • me:i know
  • me:we complement each other
  • me:until the day they discover the left side of the brain can survive without the right side, yes, sweety, after that, its bye bye baby bye bye
  • me:your lil piece of
  • me:wat
  • me:im thinking.

Conversations with myself, or How to remain sane, or How to have fun, or Whatever


  • me:and the other way
  • me:wat
  • me:heaven
  • me:thats more appealing
  • me:u dont say
  • me:sure clouds and stuff
  • me:breeze
  • me:that too
  • me:i see
  • me:yes
  • me:i glad we sort that out
  • me:any time

Conversations with myself, or How to remain sane, or How to have fun, or Whatever


  • me:have you considered
  • me:wat
  • me:going
  • me:where
  • me:to hell
  • me:why
  • me:why not
  • me:thats a good point
  • me:i know
  • me:i cant argue with that
  • me:yeah

Conversations with myself, or How to remain sane, or How to have fun, or Whatever


  • me:r u better?
  • me:im always
  • me:right
  • me:r u questioning me
  • me:always
  • me:right
  • me:so, the weekend
  • me:what about it
  • me:doing stuff
  • me:still dont know
  • me:that box
  • me:which one
  • me:the small one
  • me:maybe
  • me:or the big one
  • me:not even started
  • me:i know right
  • me:right
  • me:not in the mood
  • me:right
  • me:right
  • me:apart from that
  • me:it all depends
  • me:on
  • me:if it rains
  • me:and if it doesnt
  • me:it all depends
  • me:on
  • me:the disposition to go out
  • me:right
  • me:right
  • me:yeah
  • me:so
  • me:basically it all depends on both
  • me:rain and disposition
  • me:yea
  • me:right
  • me:good to know
  • me:always a pleasure to help

Conversations with myself, or How to remain sane, or How to have fun, or Whatever


  • me:whatzuuuup
  • me:yeaaa
  • me:watuduing
  • me:web and u
  • me:same
  • me:neat
  • me:right
  • me:so
  • me:yea
  • me:wat u gonna do this wkend
  • me:no idea
  • me:hm
  • me:wat
  • me:nothing
  • me:hm
  • me:wat
  • me:idunno
  • me:wat
  • me:lollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll
  • me:looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooool
  • me:lllllllllllllllllllllllllooooooooooooooolllllllllllllllllll
  • me:lllllllllllllllllllooololololololololololoololooolololololollllllllllllllllll
i don’t believe in that you get what you give thing. i don’t give with the intention to get. i give just because i want to, and i can give.
just to double check, as long as there is paper in the wc, im good.
just got a call
  • call:blaaaaa work...... we pay you 1/3 of your normal rate
  • me:why would i work for one third of my normal rate
  • call:bc our name would look great in your resume
  • me:bye
imagine you find out your creepy stalker in real life is your follower in tumblr and you follow them back and you actually like-reblog all their posts and stuff.
Oh, haters. Aren’t them adorable.
  1. Market lines are obnoxious
    Market lines are obnoxious
  2. They are so full of people
    They are so full of people
  3. Kill me now
    Kill me now

I work with words all day long for the past twenty years
And I’m still unable to find another word for minemy. I don’t like those words. Nothing belongs to me. Things are just floating around me momentarily. Damn words.
  • gh:how would you call your boyfriend?
  • m:nemo
  • gh:awww so cute, why?
  • m:still trying to find him

about "you should get out more often"

right. im having lunch out tomorrow. see there, the table is in the porch.
here, i bought you some chocolate. i ate half, but its yours.
you suck
no, you suck

if neither of you suck, call raphael anthony van grigori smith, the second. i overheard he sucks.
today im feeling inspired. i want to . who am i kidding. i want a beer.
my dream: The country xxx has come up as the last country in the planet toeliminate all the words that make any kind of discrimination amongst people, regardless of race, sexual orientation, politics, religion and otherwise, and now everybody can be called simply as a “person. Congrats! We made this worldwide!
almost 1am. all work done, all animals and son fed and taken care of and im smiling. i love my life and i cannot lie :D well i lie sometimes but not about that at least ;”D
when i was 14 i realised asking why was never going to do me any good, so i started doing all i wanted and when questioned it was my time to say why not. it has been serving me very well for the past three decades, tyvm.

about PMS pain

there was this guy once. i told him ‘do you really wanna understand’ and he said yes. i gently slapped his balls with my purse. he said ‘oh lord’. i think he got the idea.
when you have absolutely no expectations, life becomes your most remarkable achievement
so today woke up early went for double coffee with headphones
  • ngp:momomononoonnoononnon
  • me:(taking off the earbuds) im sorry?
  • ngp:the face you're doing, looking at us.
  • me:(completely lost) face. what face. looking at what.
  • ngp:looking at us talking, you're doing faces.
  • me:O.o
  • me:first, you're in a public place, probably talking loud, if you dont wanna ppl staring at you, go home. second, i can't hear a word ppl are saying around me, bc im listening to an orchestra rehearsal and when a violin glitches i do whatever i want with my face. third, rest assured i was not looking at you; you're not my type, and fourth, its my face, i do whatever i want with it. are we clear. yes, of course we are. now, go back to your life and let me finish my coffee.
some men (men think women are angry just on their period). mainly bc of the blood. some men drop dead with a single bead of blood. so they rather think girrrrrls gotta be strong and angry with all dat bloooood coming out of dem (read that with the voice of Schwarzenegger). now imagine how a woman gets when shes having a baby. come to the dark side of the force.
i just look at these photos (food photos) and was thinking about all that ppl that complain about shoes purses cars clothes whatever they cant buy and i think about all those starving children and damn. if i could for only one day take all the money those bastard millionaires make in one day, prep a boat or a airplane with food and give away to those children if that could be my last day on earth it would be fine.