Brilho Eterno de Uma Mente Sem Lembranças por Melhor Sinceridade

Tá lá! Nua e crua!

I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.

PS: Essa é a segunda indicação de Brilho Eterno de Uma Mente Sem Lembranças aqui no blog. Quer saber qual é a outra? Aqui.

A Lente do Amor por Melhor Definição

Quer saber o que é o amor? A Meg te conta.

Sam: He’s just in love. The same as me.

Maggie: Define love.

Sam: Why?

Maggie: Cause every other word out of your mouth is love and I’d like to know what it is this magical ideia of yours. Define.

Sam: I don’t know…it’s like all your life you walk around with this feeling of emptiness in your stomach, you feel completely hollow. And when you’re in love you feel not hollow. It’s like without it, there’s nothing. A shell. A cavernous emptiness. Forget it. You can’t define it.

Maggie: When I was a kid, my father had this dog that started to get all weak and sickly. He takes it to the vet, he examines it and says a maggot must have laid eggs in the dog’s butt. The baby maggots have crawled up, now they’ve started to grow, and eventually they’re gonna eat the dog alive from the inside. He says it should be put to sleep, because it’s an old dog anyway. But father won’t do it. He takes the dog home, he puts it on the bed, he reaches up into the dog, picking out the maggots with his finger, one by one. It takes him all night, but he gets every last one. That dog outlived my father. That’s love, Sam.