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Ao verme que primeiro roeu as frias carnes do meu cadáver, dedico como saudosa lembrança essas memórias póstumas.

disputedleech:

indecentinkling2:

Just for your info…
13 billion light years is 7.64204976 × 1022miles.

Yeah. That’s pretty far.


I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.

— Rachel Wolchin (via youlooklikesomethingblooming)

spam my insta @maddyhebden and ill spam yours

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It was beautiful and it was miserable and I couldn’t do anything more than simply breathe it in.
I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via senyahearts)

checking out all new followers x

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spam my insta @maddyhebden and ill spam yours

(via skellaten)

Não estou livre dos dias ruins, desânimos e tristezas. Sempre vai existir alguma coisa pra tentar me fazer parar no meio do caminho. Não é fácil cair, ralar os joelhos, pernas, alma e coração, mas isso não pode ser motivo para permitir que a dor se instale. Se eu sinto vontade de desistir? Sim. Quem não sente? Mas, afinal, vale a pena mesmo desistir? A resposta é, não. Não quando se trata de uma grande vitória à minha espera no final do caminho. Desistir algumas vezes é a única opção, mas não no meu caso. Eu escolhi desistir de desistir.

Laureane Antunes (via versear)

Meu mantra.


My main goal is to stay alive. To keep fooling myself into hanging around. To keep getting up every day. Right now I live without inspiration. I go day to day and do the work because it’s all I know. I know that if I keep moving I stand a chance. I must keep myself going until I find a reason to live. I need one so bad. On the other hand maybe I don’t. Maybe it’s all bullshit. Nothing I knew from my old life can help me here. Most of the things that I believed turned out to be useless. Appendages from someone else’s life.

Everything I have I would give to not know what I know. To not feel emptiness as my constant companion. To not look into this room and be reminded why I’m in it. I’m not getting enough air. The room feels so small all of a sudden. It’s pathetic to be this lonely and know it. To keep breathing. To be silent and alone. And to know.

— Henry Rollins, Roomanitarian (via quotes-shape-us)

rowanandphoenixfeather:

one of my roommates used to work with 5th graders in a creative writing class thing and they had to write a romance and most of the kids wrote stories about princesses and crap but this one little girl wrote about how a marshmallow fell in love with a mug of cocoa and he loved the cocoa so much that in order to be with her he melted and died like wow kid that’s some shakespearian shit right there

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