"Se você tentou se adaptar a qualquer tipo de forma e não conseguiu, talvez você tenha muita sorte. É verdade que você pode ser um exilado de alguma espécie, mas sua alma está abrigada. Ocorre um estranho fenômeno quando a pessoa tenta se adequar e não consegue. Muito embora a criatura diferente seja rejeitada, ela ao mesmo tempo é empurrada para os braços dos seus verdadeiros companheiros psíquicos, quer se trate de uma linha de estudo, de uma forma de arte, quer de um grupo de pessoas. É pior ficar ali onde não nos sentimos bem do que vaguear perdida por um período em busca da afinidade psíquica e profunda de que precisamos. Nunca é errado ir à procura do que necessitamos. Nunca mesmo."
Last night going to college, I crossed the street running. I felt the wind cold and wild against my face, so I closed my eyes and obviously smiled. It tasted like freedom. I wonder if this is the closest to freedom i’ll ever get.
She doesn’t know who owned the jacket originally. Nobody claimed it after a party, and she figured it looked good on her.
It says KISS, and she does not like to kiss. People, men and women, have told her that she is beautiful, and she has no idea what they mean. When she looks in the mirror she does not see beauty looking back at her. Only her face.
She does not read, watch TV, or make love. She listens to music. She goes places with her friends. She rides rollercoasters but never screams when they plummet or twist and upside down.
If you told her the jacket was yours she’d just shrug and give it back to you. It’s not like she cares, not one way or the other.
She seems so cool, so focused, so quiet, yet her eyes remain fixed upon the horizon. You think you know all there is to know about her immediately upon meeting her, but everything you think you know is wrong. Passion flows through her like a river of blood. She only looked away for a moment, and the mask slipped, and you fell. All your tomorrows start here.
“I think of you- and then I think of me
and then I think of you- and then I think of me
and then I think i know- but then I know i don’t
and then I think- I should stop thinking
and go to sleep.”—Bear Spektor by Regina Spektor (via reginaholic)