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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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WHEN MY FAMILY ASKS HOW LONG I’LL BE IN GRAD SCHOOL
[Montauk - Part 3]
wine, cigarettes, and you –
moments.
so what if the echoes of chronos run through my veins pumping nightmare fuel into my heart and so what if i’m made of things that are dark
in nature?
we can pretend the universe is not buried in the shadows where God can’t see no matter how bright that sun shines and how fresh this air is that we breathe
our galaxy is moving 515,000 miles per hour around a giant black hole with shark teeth and we stand here as pixels of consciousness –
grounded on our feet
praying to the dark sun and watching the black helicopters burn. what if we are a string of unstable electrons in the nucleus of an experimental dimension bearing the consequences of it’s errors
at the mercy of a creator unwilling to accept defeat
moving between galaxy clusters and different dimensions –
seeking the original path of the divine source before it was hijacked and diverted by [classified]
our history is buried in the shadows and we’ve lost touch with who we truly are and we still find a reason to smile because even if the world collapses into nothing
we’ll still have each other.
This scene.
E eu esperei por muito tempo uma mensagem que nunca veio, um torpedo, um sms e até um sinal de fumaça, alguma coisa que me desse a ideia de que você ainda estaria viva e apostando em nós. Mas meu interfone apitava e não era você, meu celular tocava e não havia nenhum vestígio seu… E de tanto esperar por algo que nunca veio eu passei a me acostumar com a sua ausência. Me acostumar com a tua indiferença, teu vazio e teu silêncio que gritava e estraçalhava o meu peito. Passei a aceitar que nada seria como antes, que você não iria bater na minha porta às sete horas da manhã de um dia qualquer para dizer que sentia a minha falta e que só pensava em nós. E então, parei de crer na gente, parei de crer em nós. E talvez… nunca tenhamos nos pertencido.
Diário de Tony, Gabriela Brantes. (via monossilabicos)
30 Days of Leonardo Dicaprio
Day 13- A scene/moment that made you cry
“How do I feel?”
The world is not in your books and maps; it’s out there.