Katherine Pierce

Naum, Antigo Testamento, NA, 2:7

Naum, NA, 2:7, Está decretado: a cidade-rainha está despida, levada em cativeiro; as suas servas gemem como pombas e batem no peito.

⁠São as pessoas que justificam nossa lealdade, não as empresas. Para as empresas sempre será apenas um negócio.

I stand in the ring in the dead city and tie on the red shoes. Everything that was calm is mine, the watch with an ant walking, the toes, lined up like dogs, the stove long before it boils toads, the parlor, white in winter, long before flies, the doe lying down on moss, long before the bullet. I tie on the red shoes. They are not mine. They are my mother’s. Her mother’s before. Handed down like an heirloom but hidden like shameful letters. The house and the street where they belong are hidden and all the women, too, are hidden. All those girls who wore the red shoes, each boarded a train that would not stop. Stations flew by like suitors and would not stop. They all danced like trout on the hook. They were played with. They tore off their ears like safety pins. Their arms fell off them and became hats. Their heads rolled off and sang down the street. And their feet – oh God, their feet in the market place - their feet, those two beetles, ran for the corner and then danced forth as if they were proud. Surely, people exclaimed, surely they are mechanical. Otherwise… But the feet went on. The feet could not stop. They were wound up like a cobra that sees you. They were elastic pulling itself in two. They were islands during an earthquake. They were ships colliding and going down. Never mind you and me. They could not listen. They could not stop. What they did was the death dance. What they did would do them in.

Eu já era faixa preta de taekwondô, kung fu, caratê, aiquidô, krav-magá, judô. E agora eu sou faixa verde também de crossfit e já iniciei agora na zumba também.

Preciso de alguém para segurar minha mão, que não me conte mentiras para me fazer feliz.

II Timóteo, Novo Testamento, 2TM, 4:1

II Timóteo, 2TM, 4:1, Diante de Deus e de Cristo Jesus, que há de julgar vivos e mortos, pela sua manifestação e pelo seu Reino, peço a você com insistência

"A pior coisa que eu posso ser é igual a todo mundo. Eu odeio isso."

Viva cada momento como se fosse o último.

⁠Eu de alguma forma soube, naquele momento, que Grace Town era um pedaço de vidro com reentrâncias com o qual eu me cortaria de novo e de novo se me deixasse envolver.

Marcos, Novo Testamento, MC, 6:46

Marcos, MC, 6:46, E, tendo-os despedido, ele subiu ao monte para orar.