Estou a ver o Into the Wild e neste momento está a dar a Long Nights, já estou com lágrimas nos olhos e a arrepiar-me toda.


Baby, I'm yours. And I'll be yours until the stars fall from the sky. Yours until the rivers all run dry. In other words, until I die.
Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?
Why didn't I just walk away? Oh right, because I'm an idiot.
You and me alone.
Sheer simplicity.
E hoje só me apetece ouvir Arctic Monkeys.
Era engraçado ter disto numa divisória da casa.
Eu queria um cabelo assim.


Wish you were here.
Tenho tanto para fazer e só me apetece olhar para o nada enquanto fumo.


You'll plead- you'll get down on your knees for just another taste.
This woman is crazy.


Sou completamente apaixonada pelas músicas deles.
Ando sem paciência para isto...
To die by your side is such a heavenly way to die.


There's only two kinds of people in the world. There's women, and there's men.
Tom: I think it's official, I’m in love with Summer. I love her smile. I love her hair. I love her knees. I love this heart shaped birth mark she has on her neck. I love the way she sometimes licks her lips before she talks. I love the sound of her laugh. I love the way she looks when she’s sleeping. I love how she makes me feel.
Summer: Do you ...like me?
Tom: Yeah of course I like you.
Tom: Darling I don't know how to tell you this but there's a Chinese family in our bathroom.
Summer: This is fun, you're fun.
You make my dreams come true.
Tom: I don’t know, I’d make them notice.
Summer: How would you make them notice?
Tom: I don’t know, there’s a lot of stuff you could do here.
Summer: Show me. Please, I don’t know anything about architecture.
Tom: You want me to draw you something?
Summer: Yeah.
Tom: I don’t have any paper.
Summer: Well, use my arm. Please I need a tattoo.
Summer: I’ve never told anybody that before.
Tom: I guess I’m not just anybody.

Tom: No, you know what? I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.
Summer: Nothing’s going on. We’re just...
Tom: We’re just what? Just what?
Summer: We're just friends...
Tom: No. Don’t pull that with me. Don’t even try. This is not how you treat your friend. Kissing in the copy room, holding hands in Ikea, shower sex... Come on, friends my balls.
Summer: I like you, Tom. I just don’t want a relationship.
Tom: Well, you’re not the only one who gets a say in this! I do too! and I say we’re a couple, god damn it!
Summer: I'm sorry.
Tom: Look, we don’t have to put a label on it, I get it. I just, I just need some consistency. I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently.
Summer: I can't give you that. Nobody can.
Tom: You wanna dance?
Summer: Yeah.
Tom: You never wanted to be somebody’s girlfriend and now you’re somebody’s wife.
Summer: It surprised me too.
Tom: I don’t think I’ll ever understand that. I mean it doesn’t make sense.
Summer: It just happened.
Tom: That’s what I don’t understand, what just happened?
Summer: I just woke up one day and I knew.
Tom: Knew what?
Summer: What I was never sure of with you.


Don't leave me high, don't leave me dry.


- Como sabes que ele ainda está vivo?
- Porque ainda neva. Antes dele existir, nunca nevou. Enquanto houver neve haverá Edward.
The first rule of Fight Club is: you do not talk about Fight Club.
The second rule of Fight Club is: you DO NOT talk about Fight Club!
Third rule of Fight Club: if someone yells "stop!", goes limp, or taps out, the fight is over.
Fourth rule: only two guys to a fight.
Fifth rule: one fight at a time, fellas.
Sixth rule: the fights are bare knuckle. No shirt, no shoes, no weapons.
Seventh rule: fights will go on as long as they have to.
And the eighth and final rule: if this is your first time at Fight Club, you have to fight.


The Smiths
Long nights allow me to feel...


Last night I dreamt that somebody loved me.