E no final,
a gente só precisa de
um amor que permaneça.
Eu preciso.
— moonie

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E no final,
a gente só precisa de
um amor que permaneça.
Eu preciso.
— moonie
you ever know someone and you think “god i love you. i wish we could’ve known eachother when we were carefree and 11. i wish we could’ve played together as kids”
“For you, María, above all time. Albert.” (Albert Camus to María Casares)
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“IN MEMORY OF THE COURAGEOUS WOMEN WHO DIED FROM ILLEGAL UNSAFE ABORTIONS BECAUSE THEY HAD NO CHOICE,” Washington, D.C., 1989. Photo © Dona Ann McAdams
be the clown you want to see in the circus.
ser em pedaços ainda é ser
“Before you speak, ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?”
— Sai Baba (via perrfectly)
The Oregon Daily Journal, Portland, January 18, 1919
there’s love in long messages. in late night phone calls. love when laughs echo around us. when we dance. there’s love woven into your “i saw this and thought of you” or “i can give you the space you need” or “i am here”. there’s love in your eyes when you understand. and in your smile when you don’t but still try to. it’s in the food we share. flowing through the tips of our fingers when we touch. and intertwining when our thoughts flow together. there’s love captured in our photographs and even better, in our memories. days pass and there is love. always love, still.
“I just hope that one day–preferably when we’re both blind drunk–we can talk about it.”
— J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
L,
sinto falta da constelação intrínseca no universo dos teus olhos castanhos.
as pessoas são mais lembrança do que presença
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne
seria épico se só o amor bastasse.
YOU KNEW YOU SICK FREAK
“Every night she cries and dies a little more each time.”
— The Poetic Boy