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Sou um simples idiota que pensa que sabe alguma coisa

[wordsnquotes]

““Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something.”

— Auliq Ice | @wnq-quotes  | @wnq-quoteoftheday | @wordsnquotes

[wordsnquotes]

“We often want it so badly that we ruin it before it begins. Overthinking. Fantasizing. Imagining. Expecting. Worrying. Doubting. Just let it naturally evolve.”

— Anonymous (via wnq-anonymous)

[adrasteiax]

“I cannot recall the words of my first poem but I remember a promise I made my pen never to leave it lying in somebody else’s blood.”

— Audre Lorde, from To The Poet Who Happens To Be Black And The Black Poet Who Happens To Be A Woman in “The Collected Poems Of Audre Lorde”

[wordsnquotes]

“All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.”

— Edgar Allan Poe

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

While I am writing, I’m far away; and when I come back, I’ve gone.

Pablo Neruda, from “We are Many,” trans. Alastair Reid, Selected Poems (Houghton Mifflin, 1990)

[henrrydelavega]

[luthienne]

see— I am gone.

H.D., from Collected Poems 1912-1944; “Calliope” (via luthienne)

[adrasteiax]

It is spring, and the night wind is moist with the smell of turned loam and the early flowers; the moon pours out its beauty which you see as beauty finally, warm and offering everything.

Margaret Atwood, from No Name in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″ (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.

Neil Gaiman, from The Ocean At The End Of The Lane (via adrasteiax)

[kattvicious]

[adrasteiax]

(…) that craving for darkness, the lust to feel what it does to you

Margaret Atwood, from Eating Snake in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″ (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

I wish I could say I was the kind of child who watched the moon from her window, would turn toward it and wonder. I never wondered. I read. Dark signs that crawled toward the edge of the page. It took me years to grow a heart from paper and glue. All I had was a flashlight, bright as the moon, a white hole blazing beneath the sheets.

Dorianne Laux, from Moon In The Window in “Facts About The Moon″ (via adrasteiax)

[sea-train]

Day 3- Friendship

[juansendizon]

Ask yourself this question: if you weren’t anxious, what would you? And then don’t wait. Don’t even think. Just go do it.

Juansen Dizon (via juansendizon)

[adrasteiax]

It was the year he began to wonder about the noise that colors make. Roses came roaring across the garden at him. He lay on his bed at night listening to the silver light of stars crashing against the window screen. (…)

Anne Carson, from Autobiography Of Red in “Penguin Modern Poets 1: If I’m Scared We Can’t Win” (via adrasteiax)

[adrasteiax]

the cries of the roses being burned alive in the noonday sun. (…)

Anne Carson, from Autobiography Of Red in “Penguin Modern Poets 1: If I’m Scared We Can’t Win” (via adrasteiax)

[a-murder-of-ravens]

The Stranger’s Doom