segunda-feira, 17 de dezembro de 2012


« Because I know that are people who say these things don’t happen.
I know that are people who forgets what is like to be sixteen when they turn seventeen.
I know that these all would be stories someday and our pictures would become old photographs and we all become somebody’s mom or dad.

But right now these moments are not stories.
 This is happening.

 I am here (...)
I can see it.

 This one moment when you know that you are not a sad story. 

You're alive. And you stand up and see the lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder, and you are listening to that song, on that drive, with people you love most in this world.

And in this moment, I swear, we are infinite

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

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