Dispersos

Para os que reconhecem a grandeza da distração

[celestialsweet-deactivated20130]

It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.

(via siusiaki)

[delapalma]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[caffeinegalore]

[amiquote]

” “There are some oddities in the perspective with which we see the world. The fact that we live at the bottom of a deep gravity well, on the surface of a gas covered planet going around a nuclear fireball 90 million miles away and think this to be normal is obviously some indication of how skewed our perspective tends to be, but we have done various things over intellectual history to slowly correct some of our misapprehensions.” “

Douglas Adams, English writer and dramatist (1952-2001), in a Speech at Digital Biota 2, Cambridge, UK, (1998)

[wherethetreessing]

[atomos]

The moon is out tonight and I am stirring in the final remnants of both night and summer your voice still collecting in my ear and between my neck because I want to take you with me when I fall inside the clouds that carry pyramids and snowed mountains rivers white and sparkling and every ageless star that dared to mock my laughter with its dust and I am waiting darling waiting for you to find me between the pine and brick so that leaves can remain still while we enter each other like menthol mists while the birds signal bright eddies in expanse that nails my chest against the cold when I want to be warm between your shoulders ensconced in your breath and private recollection a reverie of what will be, what will be when September fades into the moon. I wish you were here.

Unknown (via atomos)

[touchdisky-deactivated20200106]

Capu Rossu, Corsica | France by saladdin

[skin-n-bones]

[ovelhosafado]

Oh, eu tenho esquadrões de dor batalhões, exércitos de dor continentes de dor ha, ha, ha, e tenho você.

(Bukowski, Numa Fria)

[sabonhomeblog]

[theglitterguide-deactivated2021]

Cocktails & cookies. 🍸🍪

[love-white-love]

[oxigenio-dapalavra]

Sorriso audível das folhas Não és mais que a brisa ali Se eu te olho e tu me olhas, Quem primeiro é que sorri? O primeiro a sorrir ri. Ri e olha de repente Para fins de não olhar Para onde nas folhas sente O som do vento a passar Tudo é vento e disfarçar. Mas o olhar, de estar olhando Onde não olha, voltou E estamos os dois falando O que se não conversou Isto acaba ou começou?

Fernando Pessoa  (via indubio)

[-circa]

[inviavel]

Se achar que precisa voltar, volte! Se perceber que precisa seguir, siga! Se estiver tudo errado, comece novamente! Se estiver tudo certo, continue. Se sentir saudades, mate-as. Se perder um amor, não se perca!… Se o achar, segure-o! Circunde-se de rosas e ame… O mais é nada.

(Fernando Pessoa)

[aseaofquotes]

[lion-haze]

John Green, An Abundance of Katherines

[duskmist]

me too