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@upstairsky
cerdal 2013 by ana fiambre on Flickr.
What was it like to love him? Asked Gratitude. It was like being exhumed, I answered, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance. What was it like to be loved in return? Asked Joy. It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence. What was it like to lose him? Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me—said all at once.
Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure (via beautiful-words-on-a-page)
Some of us aren’t meant to belong. Some of us have to turn the world upside down and shake the hell out of it until we make it our own place.
Elizabeth Lowell (via purplebuddhaquotes)
It is our mind, and that alone, that chains us or sets us free.
Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche (via coffeeandmeditation)
Já fiz muitos planos no passado. Agora me preocupo apenas em viver um dia de cada vez.
Luana Winter. (via p4r4normal)
Exposição
Ontem chorei. Por tudo que fomos. Por tudo o que não conseguimos ser. Por tudo que se perdeu. Por termos nos perdido. Pelo que queríamos que fosse e não foi. Pela renúncia. Por valores não dados. Por erros cometidos. Acertos não comemorados. Palavras dissipadas.Versos brancos. Chorei pela guerra cotidiana. Pelas tentativas de sobrevivência. Pelos apelos de paz não atendidos. Pelo amor derramado. Pelo amor ofendido e aprisionado. Pelo amor perdido. Pelo respeito empoeirado em cima da estante. Pelo carinho esquecido junto das cartas envelhecidas no guarda-roupa. Pelos sonhos desafinados, estremecidos e adiados. Pela culpa. Toda a culpa. Minha. Sua. Nossa culpa. Por tudo que foi e voou. E não volta mais, pois que hoje já é outro dia.
Caio Fernando Abreu. (via enflorasse)
Eu quero um punhado de estrelas maduras. Eu quero a doçura do verbo viver.
Caio Fernando Abreu. (via enflorasse)
@lepetitvaniteux
Sometimes you are going to miss a person who was an almost to you. And feel sad because there is no name for that feeling. You just feel it in a way that makes you tired to your very bones.
Nikita Gill, Almost Feelings (via books-n-quotes)
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