Naps in hotel rooms.

I've been in São Paulo for the past week, hence the lack of posts. This week has been lovely, mainly because of how much time I've been with Gian, my lovely boyfriend. As much as I don't want to leave, Sunday I'll be going to the beach for New Year's. And then back to my house (which I must emphasize that that place is not my home, it's just not.) I hope you are all having a wonderful vacation and that your Christmas is great and that 2011 is better than 2010 was.

Oh, and on a unrelated note, I would just like to comment that I think it's sad when people aren't close with their siblings; my older sister is my best friend and nobody knows me as well as she does.

Whenever people say references that I don't understand, I always assume that it's from Pokémon.

Why isn't my life a musical? I mean, because even if things sucked, we would just break out into song and things would be alright.

What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.

Catcher in the Rye ~ J.D Salinger

This happens to me a lot, except that I have the urge to hug the authors. Not to mention the character in the book - which is actually even more difficult than hugging the author. Holden Caufield definitely could've used a hug.

In December, drinking Horchata.

"We're young. We're supposed to drink too much. We're supposed to have bad attitudes and shag each other's brains out. We are designed to party. This is it. Yeah, so a few of us will overdose or go mental. But Charles Darwin said you can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs. And that's what it's all about breaking eggs! And by eggs, I do mean, getting twatted on a cocktail of Class As. If you could just see yourselves! It breaks my heart. You're wearing cardigans! We had it all. We fucked up bigger and better than any generation that came before us. We were so beautiful! We're screw-ups. I'm a screw-up and I plan to be a screw-up until my late 20s, maybe even my early 30s. And I will shag my own mother before I let her... or anyone else take that away from me!"

Estou seriamente pensando em fazer intercâmbio em 2012, quando tiver passado no vestibular e tal. Porque vontade de fugir de todo mundo que você conhece é motivo válido pra fazer intercâmbio, certo?

Always relevant.

'I believe I have not been fair to you, and that, as a result, I must have led you around in circles and hurt you deeply. In doing so, however, I have led myself around in circles and hurt myself just as deeply. I say this not as an excuse or a means of self-justification, but because it is true. I have left a wound inside you, but it is not just your wound, it is mine as well. So please try not to hate me. I am a flawed human being - a far more flawed human being than you realized. Which is precisely why I do not want you to hate me. Because if you were to do that, I would really go to pieces.'

Norwegian Wood ~ Haruki Murakami

Dramatic irony is really annoying.

I'M ON VACATION UNTIL THE 28TH OF FEBRUARY.

But me, I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split

The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist

This might just be one of my very favorite things on the Internet.

This is me right now

It's weird how the pictures on my walls are all of people I used to know.

So I watched The Social Network today - it's really good, by the way - and then when I got home, I went on Tumblr and the served crashed and I was like 'Oh my god, the co-founder of Tumblr must've frozen their bank account!'

“Being alone, even lonely, is better than being together with the wrong people.”

—	Wilson Kanadi

My blog used to be way more quality than it currently is.

Oh hello, picture posts, long time no see.

And if young love is just a game, then I must have missed the kick-off.

It’s funny. Your muscles have a certain memory about them. That’s why we can tie our shoes or play piano without looking. But then you spend a long enough time with someone and your bodies memorize each other you know? The warmth of your back, the pace of your heartbeat, your tickly eyelashes and the way your fingers would curl in sequence when I used to play with your palm. Another person is like moving to a new country where you don’t know the language. It’s a scary thing.

Taken from this particularly lovely short film.

i’d walk through hell for you,
let it burn right through my shoes,
these soles are useless without you.
through hell for you, let the torturing ensue;
my soul is useless without you.

I know this isn't an excuse or a decent reason for anything, but I'm scared. Okay? If I could put my jumbled-up thoughts into words, then it might be easier for you to understand, but I can't and I'm scared and it's not your job to be there for me and I really am sorry.