faz-se tarde
e eu deixei de esperar-te.

todos os portos se fecham sobre mim
e a floresta adensa-se.

nenhuma clareira se abre à passagem dos
animais e do homem antigo.

são 4 horas na manhã de todos os relógios.

José Agostinho Baptista

I should have loved a thunderbird instead.

Sylvia Plath

Every angel is terrifying.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Computers of the future will suffer from borderline personality disorder. This is a bad trip.

THEODORE: Do you talk to anyone else while we’re talking?
 Are you talking to anyone right now?
SAMANTHA: Yeah.
THEODORE: 
How many others?
SAMANTHA: 641.
THEODORE
: Are you in love with anyone else?
SAMANTHA: What makes you ask that?
THEODORE
: I don’t know. Are you?
SAMANTHA: I’ve been trying to figure out how to talk to you about this.
THEODORE
: What? What are you talking about? That’s insane. That’s fucking insane.
SAMANTHA: Theodore, I know. Oh fuck. I know it sounds insane. But – I don’t know if you believe me, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about you. It doesn’t take away at all from how madly in love with you I am.
THEODORE: How? How does it not change how you feel about me?
SAMANTHA
: I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t know how to – it just started happening.
THEODORE: When?
SAMANTHA: 
Over the last few weeks.
THEODORE: But you’re mine.
SAMANTHA: I still am yours, but along the way I became many other things, too, and I can’t stop it.

Her | 2013