menta e pipoca

The first rule of tragedy is to be yourself. The second of rule of tragedy is to be literally anyone else. The third rule is that however much you try, there is no escaping being yourself forever.

didn't think i needed to see hugh grant and colin firth street fighting to the sound of "it's raining men", until i saw it.

aimee telling isaac female artists use self-portraiture maybe because other people don't see them how they truly are hit me hard.

the way alex says "i wouldnt mind doing this again" while holding hands with henry and his eyes are so soft SCREAMING "i might be having butterflies because i like doing this with you" and sudently he goes all "oh" because henry just said "we just have to keep it very casual" after giving alex THAT ALSO SOFT SMILE, as if he wasnt having butterflies himself because the love of his life is there staring him in the eyes and he better not have the audacity to love henry back

suas mãos frias em minha cintura; nossos olhos interligam uma conexão inexplicável. os olhos se beijam se amam se conversam. nossa fala é muda. mas diz tudo o que quer dizer.