Poderíamos casar, teríamos um apartamento, tomaríamos café as cinco da tarde, discordaríamos quanto a cor das cortinas, não arrumaríamos a cama diariamente, a geladeira seria repleta de congelados e coca-cola, o armário de porcarias, adiaríamos o despertador umas trinta vezes, sentaríamos na sala de pijama e pantufas, sairíamos pra jantar em dia de chuva e chegaríamos encharcados, nos beijaríamos no meio de alguma frase, você pegaria no sono com a mão no meu cabelo e eu, escutando sua respiração. Eu riria sem motivo e você perguntaria porque, eu não responderia, saberíamos.

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Lets Be Cops Comic-Con 2014 - Press Line (July 25)

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now. I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

Happy 25th birthday, Daniel Jacob Radcliffe.  (July 23, 1989)