Satan: You can have anything you wan--
Me: GIVE ME EVERY LANGUAGE.
Satan: What the--?
Me: YOU SAID ANYTHING. GIVE ME EVERY LANGUAGE IN THE WORLD.
Satan: Wouldn't you rather have love or money?
Me: EVERY. LANGUAGE. MASTERY OF EVERY LANGUAGE. NOW.
"Pare de correr atrás, pare de se importar, seja indisponível, desapegue, pessoas gostam do que não têm."
Let's just say I like chocolate more than I like good poetry, but less than I like books, which is about the same as how convolutely messy this blog is. And I like it.