onegirlrevolution

  Não sei se é a minha mente ou o horário de verão, mas é que tudo está tão mais tranquilo, mais bonito, mais calmo ultimamente. Talvez seja porque estou me desapegando de você, aprendendo a seguir sem olhar para trás… Ou mesmo porque estou começando novamente com outro cara.

  Bem, ele não sabe disso ainda, mas acho que dessa vez as coisas podem dar certo. Pelo menos eu sempre soube o tipo de cara que ele é, aquele cara que não pensa muito em besteiras, tem paciência para me explicar as matérias da escola, me abraça no meio do pátio com todo mundo olhando - ele não está nem aí para a opinião dos outros -, me puxa no meio do corredor das salas só para me dar um “oi” tímido, dar uma piscadela com um sorriso super fofo e entrar na sala.

  Com você foi bem diferente, sabe? Eu nem sabia o seu nome, olhei para você por um segundo e tudo mudou. Começou de repente, mas está se arrastando para terminar. Eu só fui descobrir quem você é de verdade esse ano, um ano depois de você ter virado o meu mundo de cabeça para baixo. Mulherengo demais, só pensa em besteiras, não está nem aí para os estudos nem para quem realmente se importa com você.

  Então, só escrevi essas poucas palavras para lhe dizer que, finalmente!, estou deixando tudo aquilo - todo aquele turbilhão que me envolveu há mais de seiscentos dias, palavras escondidas nas entrelinhas, frases deixadas pela metade, conversas entreouvidas, gestos entendidos erroneamente, olhares ocasionais e ilusórios trocados… - para trás. Afinal, como eu mesma digo, quem vive de passado é museu, certo?

(OneGirlRevolution - Tati Neves)

@onegirlrevolution: Natasha + Sparrow

Deep down, Sparrow knew this was wrong. As the car pulled in, he had the faintest sense that they had taken the wrong turn miles ago and, in his strange haze, had completely forgotten to say something about it… If he was supposed to say anything anyway. Looking up as she got out of the car, his eyes briefly glanced down at his now free hand. Automatically, his other hand went from the door’s handle and he thought about getting out of the car. It was a normal course of action–when a car parked, you generally got out right? Yet there was a hammering in his chest like he was supposed to get out.

But just as that thought was rising, he lost grip of the handle. Rising, came the panic from deep in his gut. He wanted to run, to get past her and just keep going until he ran out of road. And maybe even then, just keep moving after that, by the sheer force of will…

However, once her hands were on him, any thought of that flew right out the window. He blinked a few times, as if adjusting to a new light, before nodding slowly in response. Then, without another bit of hesitation to speak of, he stood up and followed her ever so obediently.

Most of the words she said didn’t make it much through the haze in his mind. Granted, he had enough of it to at least turn and recognize that she was speaking—nod when necessary and smile when it seemed that he, well, had to. But beyond that, he really wasn’t here. Not really. Instead, he was lost somewhere else yet all the same not too concerned about the fact that he had no clue why or where he was.

The only time he was piqued back into his conscious mind was when she placed that kiss on his lips. There was no enjoyment in it–not for him. In fact, he had been ready to resist it when it first came. However, within the first few seconds, that was completely forgotten and he simply.. fell into the moment. 

When she pulled away, he drew a slow breath to steady himself as the mist thickened. He paused a moment, not to resist, but to readjust himself to think clearly enough to walk in a straight line. Questions were being directed his way and, with the few seconds it took to process, he decided to nod slowly in response to her question.

When I told you...

When I told you “I love you”:

you was like:

your girlfriend was like:

your friends BITCHES were like:

all the other girls who were in love with you:

my friends were like:

and when you realized I was talking seriusly:

when I realized the trouble I’ve caused:

and you, finally understanding everything and looking at me like this:

and then I thought:

“You idiot!!! Fucking bastard!!! Son of a bitch!!! Go to the hell!!!”

and, in the end, everybody was like…

…and then…

So, that’s the story of how everybody acted when I said I love you. He-he.