Esse é o melhor cabelo de Kristen Stewart desde "Quarto do Pânico".E que ela vestida de menina é im-ba-tí-vel.
Todos os nomes verdadeiros de lugares, pessoas e fatos foram alterados ou abreviados para proteger os inocentes. Quer dizer, eu.
Todo mundo sabe que meu mundo de sonhos e fantasia acabou quando Heath Ledger morreu.
Mas veja se dá pra entender o meu desapontamento com a vida: o que é ele dançando no meio do show de Letters to Cleo com Julia Styles? Essa é aquela cena top 3 das que eu vejo cem vezes seguidas quando lembro.
E a música, claro, a melhor de todas, olha só:
Oh I can't take another heartache
Though you say you're my friend
I'm at my wits end
You say your love is bonafied
But that don't coincide
With the things that you do
And when I ask you to be nice
You say you gotta be
Cruel to be kind, in the right measure
Cruel to be kind, it's a very good sign
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind
Well I do my best to understand dear
But you still mystify, and I wanna know why
I pick myself up off the ground
To have you knock me back down
Again and again
And when I ask you to explain
You say you gotta be
Cruel to be kind, in the right measure
Cruel to be kind, it's a very, very good sign
Cruel to be kind, means that I love you
Baby, you gotta be cruel to be kind
(eu desejei aaaaaanos ser uma Letters to Cleo!)
I'll just nod, I've never been so good at shaking hands
I live on the frozen surface of a fireball
Where cities come together to hate each other in the name of sport
America, nothing is ever just anything
I looked up to you, but you thought I would look the other way
And you hear what you want to hear
And they take what they want to take
Don't be sad, won't ever happen like this anymore
So when's it coming, this last new great movement that I can join?
It won't end here, your faith has got to be greater than your fear
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
You are looking for your own voice but in others
While it hears you, trapped in another dimension
Drop your guard, you don't have to be smart all of the time
I've got a mind full of blanks, I need to go somewhere new fast
And don't be shy, oh no, at least deliberately
'Cause no one really cares or wonders why anymore
Oh, I got music, coming out of my hands and feet and kisses
That is how it once was done
All the dreamers on the run
Forgive them, even if they are not sorry
All the vultures, bootleggers at the door waiting
We're so quick to point out our own flaws in others
Complicated mammals on the wings of robots
If you believe in this world then no one has died in vain
But don't you dare get to the top and not know what to do
(11th Dimension - Julian Fucking Awesome Casablancas)