How come, you act like this, like you just don't care at all?

Do you expect me to believe I was the only one to fall?

Avril, Why.

you and I, us.

all we want, all we need.

-Talvez você queira pensar melhor no futuro, no que realmente quer fazer. Minha cabeça não vai ser o lugar mais feliz da Terra. E você terá de sofrer comigo.

-Honestamente, vai ser mais fácil lidar com a sua dor do que enfrentar a minha. Eu entendo... talvez melhor do que você pensa. Ela é tudo o que você quer e tudo o que não pode ter.

- Você quer esquecer o que sente por Sam?

-Acho que sim. Eu só quero as opções que não tenho. Talvez eu nunca pensasse no assunto. É isso que é engraçado em saber que você não pode ter uma coisa. Você fica desesperado.

-E.. esse é o meu limite. Aqui mesmo. Esta conversa acabou.

- Tudo bem. Mas, voltando ao meu argumento original, o que mais queremos é sempre o que jamais poderemos ter.

..E eu que esperava fogos de artifício, percebi que as estrelas não fazem barulho.

-

"Ouça-me, ouça o meu silêncio. O que falo nunca é o que falo e sim outra coisa. Capta essa outra coisa de que na verdade falo porque eu mesma não posso."

Por isso, eu te peço..

Me provoque.

Me beije a boca.

Me desafie.

Me tire do sério.

Me tire do tédio.

Vire meu mundo do avesso.

violentamente

Queria poder continuar a vê-lo, mas sem precisar tão violentamente dele..

anulação.

Não contaram que já nascemos inteiros, que ninguém em nossa vida merece carregar nas costas a responsabilidade de completar o que nos falta: a gente cresce através da gente mesmo. Se estivermos em boa companhia, é só mais agradável.
Fizeram a gente acreditar numa fórmula chamada "dois em um": duas pessoas pensando igual, agindo igual, que era isso que funcionava. Não nos contaram que isso tem nome: anulação.

even when

Do you expect me to believe I'm gonna let us fall apart. I can feel you near me even when you are far away.

Darling

Hey, listen to what we're not saying, let's play a different game than what we're playing..

It All Ends Today

"..For months, there has been a countdown to July 15—the day the story gets "wrapped up together nicely". I have been around long enough to know that this is not the case. Trust me, I know about things being wrapped up—I used to live in a guy’s turban. These movies, the feelings, the ideas behind them will never end. You can’t Avada Kedavra words or thoughts, and they could never finish "nicely," not when I’m involved.I’m the villain, after all. It’s an interesting phenomenon, being the bad guy. If you think about it, the bad guy is always the hero in his own story.

Here I am, ridding the world of the kind of people who are perpetually at Walmart and who fangirl Gilderoy Lockhart, and suddenly I’m “evil.” Refusing to chance my beliefs because popular opinion does not agree is praised when the person doing it isn’t also attempting to enslave the nonmagical race. Alas, that’s a different story (one that should probably be told: *hint, hint,* J. K. Rowling). The point is that the Dark Lord does what he wants. If you don’t like my condescending attitude, bite me. Not literally, you vampire-obsessed weirdos. I stand as an example that someone can make a name (even if you cannot say it aloud) by refusing to conform, and I’m proud to say that the only thing that sparkles on me is the Dark Mark I send up after I murder.

It’s strange to look back on my years of terror now that the final chapter of my brilliant cinematic journey is culminating. Seeing the final film made me realize a lot of things: It is rare to find someone who refuses to yield to common ways of thought; love is gross; is that really what my nose looks like?; I really should have spent less time monologuing and more time killing Potter; and son-of-a-basilisk, am I good-looking. Taking a time-turner journey through my past films, I realize that people are quick to judge, but you can’t have heroes without villains, and frankly, being bad is way more fun. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed this “Potter journey,” even if it has been a thoroughly biased retelling. I mean, really, people? You still root for the whiney kid with the scar? I killed his parents years ago. Time to move on.

Speaking of moving on, people wonder how the end will affect me. They want to know how I, the Dark Lord, feel about my magical journey approaching the light at the end of the tunnel. These people are fools; nobody questions the Dark Lord and lives to tell. However, I will share that this is not the Dark Lord’s end as so many of you muggles seem content to believe. Magic never ends, and I am magic. Just ask any of the ladies who have been privileged enough to enter my "chamber of secrets" and "meet my basilisk." But in all seriousness (not Siriusness; that joke is more painful than the cruciatus curse), magic is not something that ends because a Hollywood production finally premieres after years. I am not a collection of CGI effects that leave my nose looking incredibly questionable. I am more than that. I am a legend, an idea, and a way of thinking. I am magic. The fact of the matter is that people cannot forget you when you exist in their thoughts (or a diary, ring, snake, cup … you get the point).

So many people nowadays focus only on getting themselves known. They want everyone to know their name. They seek others' love and approval to justify their own self-image and give them the approval they feel they need in life. I wanted the opposite. I wanted people to not say my name. Instead of loving me, I wanted you to fear me. Think about it—you never forget those who wronged you in the past, while those you had cordial interactions with flit out of your mind faster than a Snitch in a Quidditch match.

So fear not, fans of evil. You can “end” a series, but the story itself shall live on. You cannot forget something that is a part of you, and by reading these books, by getting engaged with them the way you did, you really put a bit of your soul into them … into me. Meaning that I get to live on forever. Suckers.. "

Lord Voldemort

Você pensa em mim?

I can be strong..

..but with you, it's not like that at all.

memória

Eu te dei o espaço para que você pudesse respirar, eu mantive minha distância.. assim você iria ser livre.
Mas você não se lembra da razão que me amou antes? Quando foi a última vez que você pensou em mim? Ou você me apagou completamente da sua memória?

And you know when push comes to shove..

it's gonna take the both of us..

fearless or not

I'm afraid to look in his eyes, and maybe find something in me, something about me. I'm afraid to feel any unexpected feeling and fall in my own truth. I wish I could make it right, I'm sure we can start over.
How to react, how to handle with it, how to look into your face and hide exactly what I need you to see. I'm running out of words.

If it's really meant to be than you can find a way to see.

against the odds

As coisas na vida acontecem de repente.
Quando tu para pra refletir lá está a mudança, escancarada no seu sorriso, no seu novo corte de cabelo, na nova pessoa que não quer sair da sua mente.
Não estou ansiosa, nem confusa, muito menos perdida.
Eu simplesmente prefiro não querer nada. Prefiro deixar que a vida me leve pro melhor caminho.
Aprendi a não pedir o que quero, e sim aquilo que eu mereço, que eu preciso, que me fará feliz. Aprendi que nem sempre o que eu quero é o que me convém.

Engraçado foi notar, por fim, que o que eu tanto quero é exatamente o que eu preciso.

Fire

na verdade..

..é bem pior. Antes fosse coisa de momento, cabeça quente, coração apertado. Agora a certeza me invade e não há mais o que fazer.
Não dá.
Nem tire seu cinto, não desligue o carro, não me toque. Tarde demais para ser o que nunca foi.
Suas atitudes engoliram suas mentiras.
E eu não te amo mais.