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Ártemis escreveu:

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

Rosemarie Urquico

Então e gajos assim???

Queen escreveu:

Ártemis escreveu:

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

Rosemarie Urquico

Então e gajos assim???

ISSO é que é obra encontrar...

Ártemis escreveu:

Queen escreveu:

Ártemis escreveu:

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

Rosemarie Urquico

Então e gajos assim???

ISSO é que é obra encontrar...

'brigadinho hã?

Conheces algum?

Floresta, Ex-Odal escreveu:

Ártemis escreveu:

Queen escreveu:

Ártemis escreveu:

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she finds the book she wants. You see the weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a second hand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who understand that all things will come to end. That you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilightseries.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes."

Rosemarie Urquico

Então e gajos assim???

ISSO é que é obra encontrar...

'brigadinho hã?

Sublinho o que diz o Floresta, e Ártemis, conheço-me a mim. Obra encontrar..., hmmpfff...

Hum... a Google não avisou. Esqueceram-se de fazer um logo para hoje.

Nuno escreveu:

Hum... a Google não avisou. Esqueceram-se de fazer um logo para hoje.

Ficou pa mais logo...

Floresta, Ex-Odal escreveu:

Nuno escreveu:

Hum... a Google não avisou. Esqueceram-se de fazer um logo para hoje.

Ficou pa mais logo...

Os teus awesomes fazem-me sempre imaginar um metaleiro loirinho baixinho todo contente a carregar num botão e a dizer "yupiiii, awesomeeee".

Nunca mais estou de férias para fazer posts sérios em vez destes aparvalhamentos..., sorry kraft, um dia farei-te orgulhoso novamente lololol

Diarmuid escreveu:

Floresta, Ex-Odal escreveu:

Nuno escreveu:

Hum... a Google não avisou. Esqueceram-se de fazer um logo para hoje.

Ficou pa mais logo...

Os teus awesomes fazem-me sempre imaginar um metaleiro loirinho baixinho todo contente a carregar num botão e a dizer "yupiiii, awesomeeee".

Nunca mais estou de férias para fazer posts sérios em vez destes aparvalhamentos..., sorry kraft, um dia farei-te orgulhoso novamente lololol

Tem tudo a ver com o Floresta. O que ele é mais é baixinho.

RedHead escreveu:

Diarmuid escreveu:

Floresta, Ex-Odal escreveu:

Nuno escreveu:

Hum... a Google não avisou. Esqueceram-se de fazer um logo para hoje.

Ficou pa mais logo...

Os teus awesomes fazem-me sempre imaginar um metaleiro loirinho baixinho todo contente a carregar num botão e a dizer "yupiiii, awesomeeee".

Nunca mais estou de férias para fazer posts sérios em vez destes aparvalhamentos..., sorry kraft, um dia farei-te orgulhoso novamente lololol

Tem tudo a ver com o Floresta. O que ele é mais é baixinho.

Averróis standard??? :O

"Averróis 2: The Blonde One" - In selected theatres this Summer

Citação :

Nunca mais estou de férias para fazer posts sérios em vez destes aparvalhamentos..., sorry kraft, um dia farei-te orgulhoso novamente lololol

Estás como eu, já abri a época da parvalheira.

Ártemis escreveu:

Citação :

Nunca mais estou de férias para fazer posts sérios em vez destes aparvalhamentos..., sorry kraft, um dia farei-te orgulhoso novamente lololol

Estás como eu, já abri a época da parvalheira.

Vês como somos twin souls, loool

Já tenho saudades da minha parvalheira também.....

Este fórum bem que andava um bocado parado ultimamente... ^^ Ainda bem que há dias em que arrebita!

RedHead escreveu:

Diarmuid escreveu:

Floresta, Ex-Odal escreveu:

Nuno escreveu:

Hum... a Google não avisou. Esqueceram-se de fazer um logo para hoje.

Ficou pa mais logo...

Os teus awesomes fazem-me sempre imaginar um metaleiro loirinho baixinho todo contente a carregar num botão e a dizer "yupiiii, awesomeeee".

Nunca mais estou de férias para fazer posts sérios em vez destes aparvalhamentos..., sorry kraft, um dia farei-te orgulhoso novamente lololol

Tem tudo a ver com o Floresta. O que ele é mais é baixinho.

Isso, faz-me sentir minúsculo

Diarmuid escreveu:

Nunca mais estou de férias para fazer posts sérios em vez destes aparvalhamentos..., sorry kraft, um dia farei-te orgulhoso novamente lololol

Faz favor, pá. No chat estás à vontade para aparvalhamentar.

Citação :

Adolescente alemã fugiu de casa quando 15 mil pessoas confirmaram presença na festa de aniversário que ela divulgou no Facebook

Thessa queria festejar os seus 16 anos com alguns amigos e colocou um post na sua página de Facebook a convidá-los para a casa dos pais em Hamburg-Bramfeld. Mas esqueceu-se de fazer o convite de forma privada e só percebeu o erro que cometera quando 15 mil pessoas aceitaram o convite.

Assustada, avisou os pais e estes perceberam o risco que corriam: cancelaram a festa, chamaram a polícia e contrataram segurança privada para proteger a casa. Parece exagerado, mas não foi.

Apesar do anúncio público a avisar de que a festa tinha sido cancelada, apareceram 1500 adolescentes com bebidas alcóolicas, bolos e até prendas.

À sua espera estavam 100 agentes da polícia, alguns a cavalos, e o caos instalou-se: onze pessoas foram detidas, dezenas de raparigas em chinelos de praia foram parar ao hospital com os pés cortados em vidros de garrafas e até os bombeiros foram chamados para apagar dois pequenos incêndios.

Thessa cortou o bolo de aniversário na casa do avós.

fonte: Visão

Ártemis escreveu:

Citação :

Adolescente alemã fugiu de casa quando 15 mil pessoas confirmaram presença na festa de aniversário que ela divulgou no Facebook

Thessa queria festejar os seus 16 anos com alguns amigos e colocou um post na sua página de Facebook a convidá-los para a casa dos pais em Hamburg-Bramfeld. Mas esqueceu-se de fazer o convite de forma privada e só percebeu o erro que cometera quando 15 mil pessoas aceitaram o convite.

Assustada, avisou os pais e estes perceberam o risco que corriam: cancelaram a festa, chamaram a polícia e contrataram segurança privada para proteger a casa. Parece exagerado, mas não foi.

Apesar do anúncio público a avisar de que a festa tinha sido cancelada, apareceram 1500 adolescentes com bebidas alcóolicas, bolos e até prendas.

À sua espera estavam 100 agentes da polícia, alguns a cavalos, e o caos instalou-se: onze pessoas foram detidas, dezenas de raparigas em chinelos de praia foram parar ao hospital com os pés cortados em vidros de garrafas e até os bombeiros foram chamados para apagar dois pequenos incêndios.

Thessa cortou o bolo de aniversário na casa do avós.

fonte: Visão

Quê, e negou aqueles presentes todos??

Floresta, Ex-Odal escreveu:

RedHead escreveu:

Diarmuid escreveu:

Floresta, Ex-Odal escreveu:

Nuno escreveu:

Hum... a Google não avisou. Esqueceram-se de fazer um logo para hoje.

Ficou pa mais logo...

Os teus awesomes fazem-me sempre imaginar um metaleiro loirinho baixinho todo contente a carregar num botão e a dizer "yupiiii, awesomeeee".

Nunca mais estou de férias para fazer posts sérios em vez destes aparvalhamentos..., sorry kraft, um dia farei-te orgulhoso novamente lololol

Tem tudo a ver com o Floresta. O que ele é mais é baixinho.

Isso, faz-me sentir minúsculo

Se eu te faço sentir minúsculo, então faço-me a mim própria sentir microscópica.

Ártemis escreveu:

Citação :

Adolescente alemã fugiu de casa quando 15 mil pessoas confirmaram presença na festa de aniversário que ela divulgou no Facebook

Thessa queria festejar os seus 16 anos com alguns amigos e colocou um post na sua página de Facebook a convidá-los para a casa dos pais em Hamburg-Bramfeld. Mas esqueceu-se de fazer o convite de forma privada e só percebeu o erro que cometera quando 15 mil pessoas aceitaram o convite.

Assustada, avisou os pais e estes perceberam o risco que corriam: cancelaram a festa, chamaram a polícia e contrataram segurança privada para proteger a casa. Parece exagerado, mas não foi.

Apesar do anúncio público a avisar de que a festa tinha sido cancelada, apareceram 1500 adolescentes com bebidas alcóolicas, bolos e até prendas.

À sua espera estavam 100 agentes da polícia, alguns a cavalos, e o caos instalou-se: onze pessoas foram detidas, dezenas de raparigas em chinelos de praia foram parar ao hospital com os pés cortados em vidros de garrafas e até os bombeiros foram chamados para apagar dois pequenos incêndios.

Thessa cortou o bolo de aniversário na casa do avós.

fonte: Visão

THAT'S THE DUMBEST STORY EVER LOOOOOOOOL

Diarmuid escreveu:

Ártemis escreveu:

Citação :

Adolescente alemã fugiu de casa quando 15 mil pessoas confirmaram presença na festa de aniversário que ela divulgou no Facebook

Thessa queria festejar os seus 16 anos com alguns amigos e colocou um post na sua página de Facebook a convidá-los para a casa dos pais em Hamburg-Bramfeld. Mas esqueceu-se de fazer o convite de forma privada e só percebeu o erro que cometera quando 15 mil pessoas aceitaram o convite.

Assustada, avisou os pais e estes perceberam o risco que corriam: cancelaram a festa, chamaram a polícia e contrataram segurança privada para proteger a casa. Parece exagerado, mas não foi.

Apesar do anúncio público a avisar de que a festa tinha sido cancelada, apareceram 1500 adolescentes com bebidas alcóolicas, bolos e até prendas.

À sua espera estavam 100 agentes da polícia, alguns a cavalos, e o caos instalou-se: onze pessoas foram detidas, dezenas de raparigas em chinelos de praia foram parar ao hospital com os pés cortados em vidros de garrafas e até os bombeiros foram chamados para apagar dois pequenos incêndios.

Thessa cortou o bolo de aniversário na casa do avós.

fonte: Visão

THAT'S THE DUMBEST STORY EVER LOOOOOOOOL

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Diarmuid, desta vez foste tu que me tiraste as palavras da boca. Eu ia mesmo escrever isso.

Epa...

/me suspira....
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