December 2011
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Sweet tides, pools of love
You’re eyes are full of
November 2011
63 posts
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Don’t let yourself die without knowing the wonder of fucking with love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
3:46 am
well, yes, the don’t-drink-anything-with-caffeine-after-18h rule is still working for me, good to know.
fuck.
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Quando eu chego em casa nada me consola.
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Sophie was back in the game. Pure, raw, explosive pleasure. Better than drugs, better than smack. Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy. Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style. Better than banana milkshakes. Better than George Lucas’s trilogy, the muppets and 2001. Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn,...
“As if I feared that the scope of what I could feel and imagine was being quietly...”
– It Chooses You by Miranda July (via pitchblackvoid)
Be true ‘cause they’ll lock you up in a sad sad zoo
Ps: I HATE WEARING MAKE UP
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“Dear coffee,
Thanks for keeping me awake all night… now if you could...”
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dear blank, please blank
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