january likes the smell of smoke. drinks more coffee than anyone he knows. only wears red and gray and black. is never the first one to speak. likes taking the bus home at night. is always the first one to say goodbye.
O dinheiro não se importa com quem o possui. Um vagabundo pode ganhar na loteria, um idiota pode herdar uma fortuna, ou alguém pode conseguir o dinheiro assaltando um banco. Mas poder… é algo diferente. Ter poder é possuir o mundo.
january wakes up with the first light of dawn. swings his feet out from beneath the blankets to touch a cold floor. the air around his is quiet and crisp. today starts a new day. a day to be kinder. a day to be braver. a day to be more.
Só quero que você entenda que amor não é só flores. Amar envolve uma boa dose de dores. Então, se ama alguém, prepare-se para enfrentar as angústias que a vida lhe proporcionar. Amor é mais que existência. É resistência em meio ao caos.
Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It is for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It is for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don’t see it nearly enough.
january sits on the edge of a pier. watches the ocean rise and swell. the idea to start all over was not an easy one. january held on to the past as hard as anyone. but now, miles and miles from home, letting go feels easy. letting go feels hopeful.