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Maria Nicanor

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27 fevereiro 2013


I got one more year of high school left. And then what? Be like my mother? Desperate for companionship? Or my grandparents? They’re afraid of their own shadow. They’re prisoners in their own little world. So you get 16 years of having a good time, and then 60 running away from death? Not me. I’m gonna quit while I’m ahead.
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24 fevereiro 2013


Tenho medo do amor. Medo de me magoar, de chorar, de partir o meu coração, ou o coração de alguém. Tenho medo que alguém me ame desesperadamente, tenho medo que não me ame o suficiente. Tenho medo de ter medo de algo tão puro. Tenho medo de muita coisa, mas tenho mais medo de não ter medo de morrer. Tenho medo de mim mesma por isso, por saber que se um carro vier na minha direcção eu não vou ter medo e não me vou mexer.
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18 fevereiro 2013


"Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred.How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children out into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?"
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11 fevereiro 2013


He was handsome and sweet, easy to deal with, fair-minded and uncomplicated. She was complicated, sick,  mad, insane and surrounded by trouble. She spend most of the time thinking he deserved better for all the right reasons and in her heart she knew that he would become bored with her, because pretty much, all the boys used to do. But even though, she tried to search for something that would tell her to be with him and still it was never enough. And if you're always looking for reasons not to be with somebody and you always find them, I guess at some point you should let him go and give his heart what it deserves.
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09 fevereiro 2013


He  "So, they all went out to try and score which is both never going to happen and ridiculous."
She  "I know how you feel. I mean, different team, sure, but the whole chasing, hooking-up, people-go-round. They have been going nuts, because I'm some sort of freak because I'm not grabbing anything within 10 feet. It's exhausting."
He  "Totally. I mean, it's like music. You know I love music, but It doesn't mean I have to listen to it at all times and anything will do. I'm not going to throw in a Eminem CD just because I left my Nirvana in the car."
She  "Like, why bother with something that's not good? Because if it's not good.."
He  "It's bad. Exactly. But these guys were all like, "as long as she's got a pair of..." You know, it was indelicate."
She  "What's indelicate about shoes?"
He  "I figure, you know, I mean, I know what I like. Why waste my time?"
She  "Like, why bother with something not good just because it's something?"
He  "Especially when you know the difference, which not many people do. I mean, do you? "
She  "I.. I think I do."
He  "You see, I think that's like ninety percent of life, just knowing the difference."
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08 fevereiro 2013


"What is depression like?" he whispered.
"It's like drowning. Except you can see everyone around you breathing."
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07 fevereiro 2013


«All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces. Bright and early for the daily races, going nowhere. Their tears are filling up their glasses, no expression. Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow, have no tomorrow.
And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad, the dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had. I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take.. when people run in circles it's a very, very mad world.»
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05 fevereiro 2013


There's a loneliness that only exists in one's mind. No one else can see it, no one can understand.. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly. If you could read their mind, you'd be in tears but how can you ran away from things that are in your head? And tough they are not dead, they are not not alive either. They are me and I, I am just a ghost with a beating heart.
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03 fevereiro 2013


Do you know what is like, to lay in bed awake, with thoughts that haunt you every night? Knowing sleep will set it right if you were not to wake?
I'm slowly giving up, I feel really tired.. tired of this numb feelings, this emptiness. Even tough you see me smiling and I look the happiest, I belong to the saddest club, I'm lost inside. I think the only true battle in life is fighting against yourself and I'm loosing.
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