don't think i've ever mentioned it before, but i used to hate gloomy weather till death stranding became my favorite piece of media, ever.

every day i wake up and think about the tragedy of obi-wan kenobi & anakin skywalker's friendship/brotherhood.

uh, oh. you have bad lucky, my friend. i'm emotionally constipated, not really able to create new bonds.

who allowed the creation of spencer reid? was it to haunt me with the inevitable truth that he'll never be real?

nothing ever lasts forever.

a friend said that i look like juniper lee & now i can't stop thinking about it.

[reid reciting what someone said word by word as if he's some kind of human recorder.]

comical, yet very dreading, how a single decision is able to affect our whole future.

why do i have to be so freaking weird? what, exactly, is my problem?

the calm before the storm.

i've been collecting unrequited love like it's some kind of hobby. don't i ever get tired of having my heart broken over & over again?

no amount of coffee is able to keep me awake.

the days seems to be passing too fast, and i hate the feeling that i'm wasting time. that my loved ones are getting older.

a ânsia de ter e o tédio de possuir.

i can't believe it finally happened (my favorite coworker started a conversation with me & we just kept chatting till my shift ended ♥).

a kid asked me if i was a girl today. it caught me off guard, very unexpected.

i barely have time to do anything at all since i started working full-time, it's depressing.

“there are lots of ways that sons defeat their fathers.” “i just keep getting phd's.”

my body hurts. i, definitely, wasn't made to work eight hours a day.

there's still a long path to go, yet, i'm already dreading the end of criminal minds. they've become such an important part of my life.