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Eu, sinceramente, acreditei que poderia ter sido diferente. Que poderíamos encontrar outra forma de levar isso a diante, mas pensei errado. Na verdade começamos de forma errônea. E se, um relacionamento não tem um bom começo… consequentemente ele não terá um meio. E isso implica dizer que, ele terá logo um fim. É trágico dizer, mas o nosso fim chegou. É o nosso fim, baby. Fim dos nossos planos, das nossas vontades, nossos sonhos e um possível futuro. E o que mais me dói é ter que juntar os cacos — os meus, os teus; nossos cacos — sozinho.
—  Abdicou-se.
Texts ✉️ Mark
  • Lea:Okay so my parents get in at 2 and my appointment is at 10. I was thinking you could pick them up while I go to the store and pick up some final things?
My favorite artist is Gustav Klimt and my favorite work by him is The Kiss. My favorite book is 1Q84. It stars a female assassin named Aomame and a man named Tengo and their stories cross in an alternate universe and they return to their universe together. And I think love should be like that for everyone and I’m really fucking sad that you keep trying to talk about sex with me because I’m not like that anymore. You stood me up and I cried on the floor of my hotel room for hours on end and I knew you’d have another girl in a heartbeat and I knew I was ugly, and I was all along. And that was the fucking punchline and I just never caught on to the joke. And I don’t know why I’m talking to you because I shouldn’t be and maybe it’s just a way to at least know someone’s not sick of me because even I’m sick of me. Maybe talking to you is a way to hurt myself that doesn’t bruise or bleed or scar. Or maybe I’m in love with you and have been, and I can’t ever bring myself to ask if you’ll get back to that universe with me.
—  Text messages to a boy / 12:02 a.m.