“— Eu queria seu fixo. — Telefone? — Não, amor.”
— Tati Bernardi. (via planteador)
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“— Eu queria seu fixo. — Telefone? — Não, amor.”
— Tati Bernardi. (via planteador)
viver para
se permitir
sentir.
[sobre frios na barriga e arrepios na pele]
isso que a gente tem
me faz tão maravilhosamente bem
que tudo o que eu queria
era te guardar a sete chaves
numa gaveta dentro de mim
pra que nunca se desgaste
que o tempo nunca apague
e que a gente fique assim
juntas
até o fim.
"onde estaríamos agora?"
tbt! 🐱🐱🐱🐱
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Quando for hora de dar tchau. (em Rio de Janeiro, Rio de Janeiro)
sou barquinho de papel em meio a tempestade no mar.
“That there is Forrest Gump, coach. Just a local idiot.”
“You died on a Saturday morning. And I had you placed here under our tree. And I had that house of your father’s bulldozed to the ground. Mama always said dyin’ was a part of life. I sure wish it wasn’t. Little Forrest, he’s doing just fine. About to start school again soon. I make his breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. I make sure he combs his hair and brushes his teeth every day. Teaching him how to play ping-pong. He’s really good. We fish a lot. And every night, we read a book. He’s so smart, Jenny. You’d be so proud of him. I am. He, uh, wrote a letter, and he says I can’t read it. I’m not supposed to, so I’ll just leave it here for you. Jenny, I don’t know if Mama was right or if, if it’s Lieutenant Dan. I don’t know if we each have a destiny, or if we’re all just floating around accidental-like on a breeze, but I, I think maybe it’s both. Maybe both is happening at the same time. I miss you, Jenny. If there’s anything you need, I won’t be far away.”
Forrest Gump, 1994. Directed by Robert Zemeckis.
via Versilharias sobre-viventes