Devo me lembrar de ser tolerante, paciente e compreensiva.

Tudo tem um propósito. Complexo demais pra ser entendido.

Ninguém é culpado de nada, somos todos vítimas de nossa própria ignorância moral.

...Ou não?

Escrito por Bubu às 14h44
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I feel I have an addiction to happiness, even though I'm not sure whether I've ever tasted it.

It worries me that I'll leave prince charming if he gets too boring without a second thought and stop talking to wicked stepmother forever if she ever tries to control me.

I'm a damsel in distress with my own sword. I can fight dragons and run away from those who try to harm me.

I'll try and gallop my horse to happier places .

But I don't know if I'll be able to escape

Or if I'll have to remain belonging to the same history forever.

Escrito por Bubu às 14h42
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Jane Doe has just taken a shower. She sits in her bed for a while then lies down with her head resting on her arms. She’s staring at the ceiling. She’s staring at the lamp actually. Except that it dazzles her sometimes so she has to look back at the ceiling. You can see her armpit’s hair. She hasn’t  waxed in a while because she has no money. She could get some if she asked someone. But she wants to earn soft armpits and legs and groin. She could shave it, but her armpit’s hair would grow thicker next time. At the shower she was thinking about the inevitability of pain, about the meaning of life and about conformity.

She got to some conclusions, that she had already got to hundreds of times before and discredited them. Not entirely, because she always got back to the same point and far from it again. The point is her conclusions never concluded these thoughts completely.

She’s feeling trapped in her destiny. She longed to be trapped in destiny as a child because she thought it was beautiful and poetic, Disney-like. As a teenager, she believed she could determine her destiny because it was mutable. As an adult she wasn’t so sure of that and thought she could at least change her destiny. She doesn’t know if she was ever right or if she’ll ever be. Or even if she’ll ever find out what right is.

Escrito por Bubu às 14h21
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