Catch my hands, my darling, between your breasts.
Take them away from their venture, before fate wrests
The meaning out of them.

| D.H. Lawrence, Sickness |

they made us believe

They made us believe that real love, the one that’s strong, only happens once, more likely before your 30ths. They never told us that love is not something that you can put in motion, neither has time schedule.

They made us believe that each one of us is the half of an orange, and that life only makes sense when u find that other half. They did not tell us that we were born as whole, and that no-one in our lives deserve to carry on his back such responsibility of completing what is missing on us: we grow through life by ourselves. If we have a good company it’s just more pleasant.

They made us believe in a formula “two in one”: two people sharing the same line of thinking, same ideas, and that it is what works. It’s never been told that it has another name: invalidation, that only two individuals with their own personality is how you can have a healthy relationship. It has been made to believe that marriage is an obliged institution and that fantasies out of hour should be repressed.

They made us believe that the thin and beautiful are the ones who is more loved, that the ones that have little sex are boring, and the ones that has a lot of it are not trustful, and that will always have a old shoes to a crooked foot; what they forgot to tell us is that there are more crooked minds than feet.

They made us believe that there’s one way formula to be happy, the same one to everybody, and the ones that escape from that are condemned to be delinquents. We have never been told that those formulas go wrong, they get people frustrated, they are alienating, and that we can try other alternatives.

Oh! Also they did not tell us that no one will tell those things to us. Each and everyone of us will have to learn by ourselves.

And, when we get to the point that you are in love with yourself first, that’s when you can fall in love with somebody.

| Jonh Lennon |

noites quentes a gosto

love is a place

love is a place

& through this place of

love move

(with brightness of peace)

all places

yes is a world

& in this world of

yes live

(skilfully curled)

all worlds

| e.e.cummings |

you're in my blood like holy wine

isn't she lovely made from love

bem-vinda, I. ♥  
o mundo ficou melhor, a partir de hoje. pelo menos, o meu.

bea says...

that the art of reading is slowly dying,
that it is an intimate ritual,
that a book is a mirror
that offers us only
what we already carry inside us,
that when we read
we do it with all our heart and mind,
and great readers
are becoming more scarce by the day.

build your tether rain-out from your fragments

and you can, and you can, and you can wild up around me

the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day

Nothing you can make that can't be made.

No one you can save that can't be saved.

Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.

It's easy.

b.i.l.l.i.e.h.o.l.i.d.a.y

set your life on fire

seek those who fan your flames

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