The quiet Word by Jeffrey Mcdaniel

In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.

When the phone rings,
I put itto my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.

Late at night,
I call my longdistance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond, I know
she’s used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.


(via breathsoftruth: slightlydrunk)

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Primeiro passo

Give me your hand. I may not lead you into forever, but I will lead you into now, and sometimes, if you are lucky, now is the first step, into forever.
— William F Payne

" People spend their whole lives trying to live up to other people’s expectations and being told what to do. I say, screw that. Be free. Do what you want, go where you want, and reach for the sky because life has no limits or boundaries. Boundaries are just other people’s fears, and limits are just other people’s expectations. You only get one chance to do all the things that life offers you. Have no enemies, no regrets, no fears and then you’ll really have lived life. "

“ Don’t give up. Keep going. There is always a chance that you stumble onto something terrific. I have never heard of anyone stumbling over anything while he was sitting down.
— Ann Landers (via onherway) (via allisonweiss) (via amandoline)

“ I dreamed I was a butterfly, flitting around in the sky; then I awoke. Now I wonder: Am I a man who dreamt of being a butterfly, or am I a butterfly dreaming that I am a man? Zhuangzi

Feliz Natal!

"Acabo de realizar:

Nunca olhei em seus olhos.

Mas, meu bem,

a surpresa é que eu,

logo eu,

sei quantas pintas há em seu rosto.

Só não faço idéia com qual cor
seus olhos enxergam o mundo."

Por Paixonite Aguda

“ You’ve been walking in circles, searching. Don’t drink by the water’s edge. Throw yourself in. Become the water. Only then will your thirst end.
— Jeanette Berson