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Eu escolhi ir embora.

É muito difícil tomar essa decisão, mas é necessário.

Por muitas eu tentei não ir, eu me machuquei, eu me feri, me angústiei, acreditando que ia ficar tudo bem, que voltaríamos a ser o que dias a trás éramos, porém, sem diálogo, não tem como ir a lugar nenhum. E eu fui aguentando, deixando me consumir acho que pela fé de "é só uma fase, vai ficar tudo bem". E aqui estou eu, rabiscando essa palavras, pra me lembrar que um dia já passei por isso e não quero repetir. O silêncio sem explicação, minha consciência limpa como água e outro me tratando com uma indiferença que doía na minha alma.

Depois de muito conversar "sozinha", pois mandava mensagens e nelas deixava bem claro como me sentia, como queria resolver, como queria cuidar e amar a pessoa, era ignorada, quando vizualizadas não tinham respostas a altura, só um "bom dia", "boa tarde", "boa noite" e isso me deixava tão frustrada.

Eu adoeci, eu não comia, não dormia, não tinha vontade de tomar banho, só queria ficar na cama, esperando você me responder, esperando você me atender. Passaram dias até eu consegui escolher. Eu não aguento mais, eu não mereço isso, eu não fiz nada pra merecer estar nessa situação.

Ele escolheu me afastar, me ignorar, se isolar, se retirar de mim aos poucos. E eu escolhi...

Ir embora.

It’s been a while.

When Fareeha get’s hurt and she doesn’t think it’s bad and Angela needs to keep up with the stubborn Amari. Slow burn.

The low hum of VTOL’s engines sounded throughout the hold area. The roaring shouts of Reinhardt’s could be heard even down in the most deserted parts of the huge ship. The whole team was getting back to the watchpoint after a successful mission and nobody seemed to care about how tired they were. Zarya and Reinhardt were arm wrestling on the debriefing table in the main area, while Tracer cheered on them piloting the ship. Even the old Commander Morrison seemed to be in a good mood as he sat on the couch looking closely at the duel.

“Please do not strain anything, I would prefer not having you in the infirmary just because you went too far” Angela sighed, knowing that she might as well not say anything, either of the two wouldn’t dare to give up. She came up behind Winston asking how far from the base were they. Estimated time of arrival: 22 minutes.

“You are still coming in for a check-up when we get there” Mercy glared at Reinhardt, who just smiled putting all of his force in the death grip he was in with Zarya. Neither of them seemed to budge, but the grin on Zarya’s face showed that she was having fun.

“Don’t worry, my friend! I got this under control!” the old man roared trying to glare down the Russian wrestler.

“Yes mooom!” Hana smirked from the corner she was sitting in together with Lucio. Angela just put her fingers to the bridge of her nose. She loved whole of the Overwatch family they created, the old and the new additions, but after the recall first week of their comeback she became like mother to the younger members of the team, and after three months of operations she still couldn’t get used to being called ‘mom’. Even Bastion who seemed to be only understood by Lucio and Zenyatta, beeped happily and waved his armored hand at her, seemingly saying something polite.

She glared at the two youngsters that were lost in their world. “I’m not letting anyone go this time.” Angela sat down in her usual spot, close to the big door. She looked around giving each of them a quick glance turning on her visor and checking their vitals. Everyone seemed to be a bit bruised maybe had a few cuts, but they all seemed to be in the best condition they could, after the hell they just went through. Angela felt like she was missing something. Something or someone.

“Did anyone see Pharah?” she tried not to look as concerned as she was.

“She went downstairs, said she needed… HA! TAKE THAT!” Hana started to explain, tapping at the handheld game. “… some time off.”

“Ten minutes to landing!” Winston shouted from his chair. Angela decided she still had the time to find and check-up on Fareeha. She was excited when she first heard that she was going to join them, but she never expected to be hit with the familiar feeling from seven years ago. The feelings like her whole world was shaking and she couldn’t think straight. That feeling that only came to her when she was around Pharah. The once small child that wanted to find justice in the wretched world. Now grown up and battle-hardened warrior, with perfectly curved jawline and that long stare that seemed to look right into your soul. Angela melted under that stare. As much as she didn’t want to squander their friendship, she stopped lying to herself and admitted that she indeed might have had feelings for Fareeha, which were more than just friendship. She came down the stairs into the hold area, only to find Pharah halfway lying on one of the chairs still fully in her armor.

“Are you alright?” Angela asked quietly, voice filled with worry.

“I’m fine,” came the even quieter response. "I’m just tired.”

“You went ahead without backup, are you sure nothing happened?” there was a moment during their mission when Pharah suddenly disappeared from any radar. The only indication that she didn’t go AWOL was Jack’s 'I sent her ahead, she will be back in a moment’ when Angela gazed at him ready to find her at all costs. After they got back onto their transport Fareeha hasn’t said a word and disappeared somewhere. Angela didn’t have the time to even check if she needed any immediate help. Jack reassured her that Fareeha would say so if that was the case. Maybe she just needed some time alone.

“I’m fine,” the all known answer that Pharah had perfected.

Continuar lendo

Bom dia ^^§

Fareeha makes the mistake of falling asleep on the couch in the common room one time and the image now haunts her.

Hana had uploaded it to the internet with a joke caption to a lot of LOLs and fire emojis. In a matter of hours, faster than Fareeha has ever seen an army of strangers become a community, information about her military record, previous relationships, favorite foods, and height and weight had been blasted from one end of the net to the other.

All of that had been out there, in one form or another, long before this fiasco, so it’s not very bothersome, in general. What is bothersome is that Fareeha has never particularly had to deal with the implications of a massive subset of people who find her attractive and are adamant about proclaiming so as loudly as the web will allow them to.

She’s not even entirely sure why it had made such an impression. She’d been half sliding off the couch, wearing an old shirt of Angela’s (moth eaten graphics of some band from the early 2000s) and shorts. To be frank, she’d been a bit of a mess. Probably, that is what had promoted Hana to take the photo to begin with.

Still…

Fareeha shakes her head and laughs in surprise more than mirth when she walks into the medbay and sees that Angela has made it her screensaver and is currently staring at her monitor.

“Not you,” Fareeha begs, half joking. Angela turns to her and smiles guiltily.

“It’s a very good picture!” Angela says in her defense. “And anyway, as your girlfriend, I feel I have as much a right as the entire internet to any photo you look adorable in.”

“You may have as many pictures of me as you care to ask for,” says Fareeha, moving to kiss Angela. The other woman allows it. “But perhaps in the next one, I will not be drooling.” Fareeha pulls back enough to look Angela in the eye for one pseudo-serious moment, and then buries her head in the junction between Angela’s neck and shoulder and breaks out into embarrassed laughter.

O q temos pra hj Carolzinha, vamos namorar? #netflix com pipoca qm sabe? Não, não, vamos ver um filme novo q vc baixou? R: Desculpa não posso... Pq? R: semana de provas, tenho q estudar... Então quais são os planos? Fazer o trabalho de ética q vale metade da nota e comer #cachorroquente com #cocacola... Fica pra próxima... Rsrs se eu tivesse conversando com alguém seria mais ou menos esse o diálogo kkkk #BoraEstudar (em jacarépagua ,rio das pedras)

RT

“Quem está afim cumpre promessas. Diz a verdade. Olha nos olhos com doçura. Te dá uma rosa. Quem não quer foge do assunto. Não atende o telefone, protela, adia, desvia o olhar. Te dá espinhos. O “bom” jogador até se passa por um cara que está afim de ti. Mas, se prestares atenção em detalhes pequenos, a verdade se tornará clara. Escolhe. A opção é tua.”

— Clarissa Corrêa.

#BoraTrabalhar #Leituradasemana #StarWars #LendoNoBus #APrincesaOCafajesteEOGarotoDaFazenda (em No Bus)

Sobre a delicia que foi narrar pra essa gurizada? So gratidão. Esse amores mais fofos q me adotaram como Tia Carol. So orgulho ❤️ (em Granja, Ceara, Brazil)

Entre um copo e outro

Um bar e outro

Até o dia nascer, o mesmo pensamento, a mesma batida: "Ele não quer mais estar na sua presença. Ele não quer mais você." embora pareça verdade, tem coisas, atitudes, dele que não dá para entender.

O ciúme, que não deveria sentir. A raiva, que chegou ao ponto de não conseguir falar comigo. O desprezo, de me ver nos lugares e fingir que não existo.

Mesmo depois de todos esses indícios a face nem treme em mentir dizendo que não sente nada por mim. E ainda ter a audácia de falar que eu, eu, estou com ciúmes. Ah não! Aí você foi longe demais, eu só tenho ciúmes do que é meu, no caso você nunca foi. Nunca teve amor, só tesão e curiosidade, que já matei, obrigada.

O fato de eu estar de bar em bar, é que o vazio que existe em mim dói, machuca, corroe, e isso vem de muito antes de você. São cicatrizes antigas, abertas, que não consigo fechar.

Então desculpa te desapontar mas foi só curtição, não tava emocionada, mesmo nossos amigos querendo tanto que ficássemos juntos, como namorados, mas, o fato é que você nem faz o meu tipo.

Gosto do bar vazio, da mesa no cantinho escondido, fico observando o entra e sai dos transeuntes e imaginando o motivo de cada um estar ali. Depois de vários copos e cigarros, eu me despeço do dono do bar, vou pra casa, banho-me, e caio na cama se o mundo não rodar eu durmo rápido.