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don’t be ashamed of your interests, especially those of you who are younger. don’t quit doing something you love because some rando said it’s lame. you’ll regret it when you’re older - being good at things is cool, no matter what it is.
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Matthias Vriens 1999
i love that stage of being tipsy where youre completely coherent and know exactly whats going on but you feel so loose and free at the same time and your typing skills blow but you can feel the blood flowing throughout your entire body and its just warm and fuzzy and nice and amazing
Youth by Daughter was the original depression song
Colección de piezas prehispánicas de Diego Rivera Lola Sade (2017) more of my work on flickr / vscogrid / instagram
Boyfriends and Girlfriends (Eric Rohmer, 1987)
Poema da despedida Não saberei nunca dizer adeus Afinal, só os mortos sabem morrer Resta ainda tudo, só nós não podemos ser Talvez o amor, neste tempo, seja ainda cedo Não é este sossego que eu queria, este exílio de tudo, esta solidão de todos Agora não resta de mim o que seja meu e quando tento o magro invento de um sonho todo o inferno me vem à boca Nenhuma palavra alcança o mundo, eu sei Ainda assim, escrevo.
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