Me: I hate you all, you're all idiots.
Me: Why is that person staring at me.
Me: Omg what would happen if a man just burst in the room with a gun. I would totally be the heroic person who sacrifices themselves for others.
Me: No I don't know the answer to this question. Oh god, the teacher's going to call on me. My hand is not raised. Oh god oh god oh god, leave me alone. Act busy, just act busy. Abort mission, I repeat, abort mission.
Me: My stomach just growled. When the fuck is lunch.
Me: We should make a class Hunger Games. Where everyone dies.
Me: Fuck I wish I studied..
Me: No, seriously, never open your mouth again.
Me: Ew, my teacher has children. They're sexually active. I wonder when they had sex for the first time. I wonder if they did drugs as a teenager. I totally bet they did.
Me: Yeah, no, if a man walked in with a gun, I totally wouldn't sacrifice myself for these idiots. I would hide under my desk and tell him to just take them all.
Me: Seriously, it's only been a minute.
Me: I will never use this shit in my life.
Me : I hope a zombie will run into the class and eat every one. Expect me. I will escape with the window of course.
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Eu quero você. Digo, repito, falo outras mil vezes. De trás para frente, de frente para trás. De canto, de lado, da maneira que for. Eu quero você.
— Plenitude.
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Mania de jogar o cabelo pro lado. Mania de sorrir quando sente alguém olhando demais. Mania de coçar os olhos e olhar o visor do celular como se houvesse chegado alguma coisa e não viu. Mania de estudar escutando música e revirar os olhos sempre que escuta, ouve ou vê alguma bobagem. De sorrisos, de olhares, de vozes e cheiros. Mania de achar que nem tudo é aquilo que se vê. De imaginar situações com quem nunca viu e se arrepiar, sorrir, se desesperar por isso. Mania de fechar os olhos antes de dormir e te desejar boa noite em pensamento, dorme bem, sonha comigo, te quero muito e bem.
— Caio Fernando Abreu