e eu ouvindo eleanor rigby outro dia? bem naquela parte do “father mackenzie, wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave…” (pedaço da música do qual eu morria de medo por causa do paul is dead, aliás) a porta da sala abre sozinha. ah, se eu acreditasse…

finalmente assisti i am sam e devo dizer que lucy diamond é o nome mais legal do mundo e que o meu medo da dakota fanning aumenta a cada filme.

shug: more than anything, god love admiration.
celie: you saying god is vain?
shug: no, not vain, just wanting to share a good thing. i think it pisses god off when you walk by the color purple in a field and don’t notice it.
celie: you saying it just wanna be loved like it say in the bible?
shug: yeah, celie. everything wanna be loved. us sing and dance, and holler just wanting to be loved. look at them trees. notice how the trees do everything people do to get attention… except walk?

cara, de repente deu vontade de assistir don juan de marco de novo… alguém explica?

edie: i missed out on everything (…). i don’t know. i think it would have been a lot of fun.
mrs. beale: yeah, everything’s good that you didn’t do. at the time, you didn’t want it. you can’t go back and say “oh, why didn’t i do this?'’. because you didn’t feel then the way you do now. everybody thinks and feels differently as the years go by, don’t they?

rémy: ainda não posso aceitar isso.
nathalie: você sabe que tem que aceitar.
rémy: não posso aceitar.
nathalie: mas é assim. é uma lei. no mesmo instante em que você fechar seus olhos, milhões também morrerão.
rémy: mas não estarei mais aqui. eu. eu terei ido para sempre. se pelo menos eu tivesse aprendido alguma coisa. me sinto como abandonado no dia em que nasci. não encontrei sentido algum. é isso. tenho que procurar. e tenho que continuar procurando.

esse é do myspace. na verdade, é de qualquer lugar: era um negócio que eu queria dar um jeito de falar mas não queria que muita gente visse. maluca, eu sei.

i watched fight club again today. there’s no way for me to deny it, it’s one of my favorite movies of all time. but it took me a while to realize the reason. it wasn’t merely for the plot (i really want to read the book, by the way), for the amazing acting (even brad pitt does a great job) or anything. i had to watch it ten thousand times to realize that i like it because i related. i’m the narrator. i wish i had a different face, a different body, different manners, a different life. and i can’t stop it either. no, i’m not schizophrenic (yet), but i totally have in my mind the contours of the person i wish i was. someone that is the opposite of me in so many levels, someone who i like better than i like myself, even though i try to deny it.
bad thing is, recently i got to know of the existence of a person that is just what i want to be. knowing that the idealized girl i had in my mind actually exists (and, most likely, is having all the fun i’m not) crushes me. my own personal tyler durden, who knew?

inglês sofrível.