#nolyf

Party was called off :--( Almost finished Wuthering and am excited to begin the introduction to philosophy (Think by Blackburn) But it is dark now because my father is watching noisy TV, so I won't read. I am tired, I must have walked through all of Prague. But I wanted to go to the (now impossible) party and to paint and to read. I've many words but no ink left.

Tbh I don't wanna leave. Am having too much fun in here. Meeting cool people and having nice hangouts. But I feel this constant urge to leave, to escape. I hate escapism and I do not support it, I manage to be quite an escapist and hate escapism by hating myself recklessly :3

I love museums and wish to add some points to my dilettante cred but I barely can find any time at all to cruise them. I hope I won't be like this when I grow up.

"Gil havia composto o refrão "Pai, afasta de mim este cálice / de vinho tinto de sangue", uma óbvia alusão à agonia de Jesus Cristo no Calvário, tendo a ambiguidade (cálice / cale-se) sido imediatamente percebida por Chico.[3] Esse elaborado jogo de palavras tinha a intenção de despistar a censura da ditadura militar brasileira."

"Cálice" do Chico & Milton faz-me chorar 😢 pergunto-me se Cálice parecer com Cale-se foi de propósito e se é óbvio e pareço parvo por questionar-me sequer

I like this idea. I'll do a "a week in the #nolife" of me here on tumblr