all about nothing
A place to share pictures, texts and songs that inspires me for some reason.
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“She” by Saul Williams
"Nothing happens until something moves."
"It was getting hard to keep all the things I didn’t know inside me."
"Tudo passa.
Chuva passa.
Tempestade passa.
Até furacão passa.
Difícil é saber o que sobra."
"Ainda bem que sempre existe outro dia. E outros sonhos. E outros risos. E outras coisas."
Long time no see you, Tumblr. I’ve been very busy. University life is kind of getting all my free-and-not-much time. But a friend of mine challenge me to choose between two topics to write about, and for his unhappiness I chose the second one.
I met him at the beggining of the year and since the first time we talked I could see he was a very nice person, but one thing I didn’t know was that he would mean a lot to me in few weeks.
I like the fact that he has passed for so many things in life and have a lot of stories to tell, I think I could pass hours just listening to him. I also like the way he cares about me (sometimes I can barely understand why, but it’s not an issue to be asking the reason for…), his open-mind, the way he understand things… and, of course, his cuddle.
Few days ago he made a trip of a couple days and didn’t warn anyone, including myself, then I realized that I care about him more than I expect.
We’ve once passed to something bad, but I’m glad it’s over and we are friends like before again, I guess even more.
I’m not very good at describing people, but one thing I’m sure: he’s very special for me and I don’t want to ever lose his friendship. I hope that I can be as helpful to him as he is for me. Thanks to everything. :)
To give a fuck, or not to give a fuck?
That is the question.
And then, suddenly, not meaning to nor making plans, I could finally see the new warning, the one that would make me able to feel all the emotions I wondered how they feel like. It’s at least weird the fact that when you’re not looking for something, it comes to you, by the easiest way ever, in a right time. However, I feel like I’m very into writing about not-that-nice feelings, but when it comes to great sensations I can barely describe them. Well, that’s nice when you can’t give a word to things you’re feeling, it means they are quite special. So… I am glad for that; I am also glad for still sometimes not believing it. I cannot say the wait was worth it, but not giving up, wow, it really was worth it. And for not having words, I will just enjoy them.
