Já que o assunto do estágio me está a correr tão mal e já me vejo a ter que fazer projecto ou ficar lá mais um ano para acabar a licenciatura, resolvi ter algo para me entreter nestes meses de pausa entre o primeiro e o segundo semestre. Ok, por acaso não tem nada a ver uma coisa com a outra mas vamos ignorar esse facto. Quero pintar o meu cabelo desta cor:
E aquela repa, que coisa mais hunf hunf hunf. Eu já a tive um corte de cabelo assim mas se calhar pintar + cortar seria abusar demasiado da sorte.
Vale escrever um "Sim" e um "Não" e fazer pimponeta? Já agora, como é que se escreve "pimponeta"? Pim-po-neta, pimpo neta, pimpo-neta,... :/
"Are you really okay?" Bill whispers.Tom closes his eyes and traces the planes of Bill's face with his fingertips, grasping his hip in his other hand. Tom can feel his body shuddering violently. He doesn't want to say it. He knows he has to."I'm dying, Bill."Bill cringes and his dark eyes go wide, so wide, so scared. "No. No!" he shrieks. "You said you are okay.""I am.""But you're fucking dying!"Bill is pawing at Tom now, grabbing him all over, pulling him closer. Tom grabs back with twice the force, storing every soft curve and every harsh slat of Bill's body into his mind forever."So are you" Tom brathes. The emotions well. He can barely speak. "Everybody is. Every seconf we live we get closer to death."Bill shakes his head, defiant. "Don't say that shit, Tom.""It's true."Burning Red Leaves by Abe
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as aulas estão a correr bem =D so tenho que aprender melhor a controlar os pedais quando tenho que travar, por o pe na embraiagem, soltar travao, soltar embraigem acelarar... muita confusao ainda xD mas corre bem =D e claro as perpendiculares LOL mas para ja safo-me bem...
My sleep last night was troubled by a violent storm outside,
and when i work i still felt dizzy from the lingering effect of wine;
Anxiously i asked the maid who rolled up the bamboo curtains,
to my surprise came her reply, "the flowers are all right."
But that's impossible, and don't you know all would remain a scene,
of petals fallen and leaves of their company sorrowfully deprived!
Thanks.
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