Monday, August 25
Thursday, August 14
Wednesday, August 13
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
Friday, August 8
Mas não tenho mais nada, amor, para dar
"E adeus, meu amor
Nas ondas do mar serei naufragada
Nas rochas mais duras serei mutilada
Posso viver triste, mas nunca negada"
Thursday, August 7
Thursday, November 14
Maud Muller
[...]
God pity them both! and pity us all,Who vainly the dreams of youth recall.
For of all sad words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these: “It might have been!”
John Greenleaf Whittier
Monday, November 11
Wednesday, October 30
Viagem
Iremos juntos separados,
as palavras mordidas uma a uma,
taciturnas, cintilantes
- ó meu amor, constelação de bruma,
ombro dos meus braços hesitantes.
Esquecidos, lembrados, repetidos
na boca dos amantes que se beijam
no alto dos navios;
desfeitos ambos, ambos inteiros,
no rasto dos peixes luminosos,
afogados na voz dos marinheiros.
Eugénio de Andrade
Thursday, October 24
Friday, October 18
Wednesday, July 10
Yumi and the Nightmare Painter
Art by Aliya Chen
"Trauma doesn’t decrease with company, but it does grow easier to work through when you know someone else understands."
Brandon Sanderson
Friday, July 5

"Bien sûr, il y aura des heures intranquilles. Incompréhensions, colères, rancoeurs: des moments d'absence, à soi autant qu'à l'Autre, et qui installent un vide blessant.
Pierres, bosses et ronces, parfois, compliquent la marche. Mais dans le fond, nous sommes bien d'accord: les cahots n'empêchent pas le chemin.
Où que je sois avec toi, je ne me perds pas."
Florence Saint-Roch
Wednesday, February 1
Tuesday, January 31
Eu não me importo
"E agora vais dizer a toda gente que a culpa é minha
E que é em mim que mora a razão do teu desgostoSó eu sei o tanto que eu já chorei sozinha
Se queres dar o meu nome a tua raiva, ei"
Monday, October 10
Tuesday, October 4
Monday, February 28
Saturday, February 5
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