31.3.11

Today it finally hit me that we won't be graduating together.
(This is worse than the fact that I won't have a graduation at all.)

29.3.11


I can't even begin to fully express how much these Dove 'Real Beauty' campaigns mean to me; it's so important for young girls to grow up liking the way that they look because honestly, if they don't, their self-esteem is just going to get worse as they get older. I mean, I've spent so much time feeling like I wasn't pretty or skinny enough and I'm finally starting to actually like the way I look. Just yeah, fuck beauty standards. The other two Dove campaigns are here and here (this one always makes me feel like crying, haha.)

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28.3.11

You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Rereading my favorite books always leaves me feeling so melancholic.

26.3.11

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"If you loved me, you'd read my blog."

24.3.11

People who think they're "too good" for public transport can honestly go suck it.

20.3.11

"They say your wedding goes by in such a flash that you're lucky if you get to eat your wedding cake. Not me, I say "Let them eat cake." Margaret Thatcher said that about marriage. Smart broad."
- Michael Scott
Quero sol, quero viajar, quero fotografar, quero todo o amor do mundo.
(E isso porque o verão acabou de acabar.)

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You're the nicest thing I've seen.

19.3.11


This is one of my absolute favorite scenes of all times.

17.3.11

I just got home and the house is empty and messy. I'm going to go make lunch for myself and eat while watching Milk. This is kind of how I imagine my life would be like if I lived by myself.

16.3.11

Every atom of me and every atom of you.

15.3.11

"How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that?"

Oh, and here's my new 8tracks mix, it's been a while since I've made one.
I love my relationship with Steph and how even though we haven't talked in a while, we're there for each other. It's the kind of thing where we don't have to talk constantly to be friends. I don't know, it's just nice.

14.3.11

So, today I was in English class and I just started thinking about how lucky I am to have studied at an international school for majority of my life and how well I speak English; I mean, it's the kind of thing I take for granted, but today I was thinking about it and I'm so grateful for the education my parents could give me (and not just in English, in every aspect of school life). I really hope I can give to my children what my parents gave me.

12.3.11

"I like people too much or not at all."
- Sylvia Plath
I always feel a little weird about posting someone else's writing on my blog, but I liked this so much that I wanted to share (found on this lovely blog):


I loved it when you held my hand under the table. it was english class and when I first decided Lua was my favorite Bright Eyes song. you were such a liar but you hid it well, under oceans that I swam in for years. tied up in pretty purple ribbon that I didn’t want to tear.

I loved you in the darkroom. our knees and Dido, how nervous you made me. chemicals and film strips, pictures of you. blue eyes and blonde hair in black and white like the bathroom tiles we both cried on. bloody mary, backseats, secret language, Say Anything, wild horses, trips to Friendlys, icecream you never kept down. constant showers and your head in the toilet for days. I was always scared to death.

I loved it most when you mostly loved me. your laugh-lines and letters. handwriting I could barely read that was cracked and gross like my skin when I hated myself. “I love you til the ends of the universe, 3 times and back.” that time you cradled me like a child and let me sob. my knowledge of your uncertainty like splinters in wood. you loved me, you loved me not. picked all the petals off of me so no one else could. what was I supposed to do?

I loved you most in your despair—exhaustion. that night you fell into me like dead weight. a ton of bricks, a heap of cotton. your face spilling into my hands. I rocked you like a baby; I didn’t know anything. your body draped over your bathtub weeks later while I screamed my head off in my room; held my ears until I went deaf. because of me. because of you. the calm before and after the storm. you were drunk the last time I saw you—psychotic and scary. the splinter in wood; the tear in the ribbon. I won’t see you again.

never-ending and non-existent. I loved you so much.

10.3.11

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"Convergence. Viral marketing. We're going guerrilla. We're taking it to the streets while keeping an eye on the street - Wall Street. I don't want to reinvent the wheel here. In other words, it is what it is. Buying paper just became fun."


[The video of Ryan saying this in The Office is a lot funnier but I couldn't find it on Youtube.]

9.3.11

Live through this and you won't look back.

7.3.11

I watched this today and I liked it a lot more than I thought I would. Relationships are such delicate things and they fall apart so easily. The movie was heart-breaking and I guess it was just what I needed for my lonely Sunday afternoon.

6.3.11

But it all boils down to one quotable phrase: "If you love something, give it away."

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I feel like such a cliché for having a crush on Holden Caufield.

3.3.11

Then she really started to cry, and the next thing I knew, I was kissing her all over – anywhere – her eyes, her nose, her forehead, her eyebrows and all, her ears – her whole face except her mouth and all.

The Catcher in the Rye ~ J.D. Salinger

2.3.11

Whenever I listen to Horchata by Vampire Weekend, I always think 'In september, drinking hot chocolate.'

1.3.11


I loved this so much, I want to be Lynn Hirschberg when I grow up.
"You ever put a full-length mirror on the floor, and then have a dog stand on it?" Trout asked Billy.
"No."
"The dog will look down, and all of a sudden he'll realize there's nothing under him. He thinks he's standing on thin air. He'll jump a mile."
"He will?"
"That's how you looked - as though you all of a sudden realized you were standing on thin air."

Slaughterhouse-Five ~ Kurt Vonnegut