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welcome home
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Nothing else matters.
morri de fofura!
I said never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are.
—Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via setbabiesonfire)
“Sorriu pra mim. Pediu pra ver o sol.
Como é que eu vou dizer pra uma garota tão bonita como ela,
que ainda é noite lá fora? (…) Por isso eu não disse. Por isso eu nunca digo.”
A música mais lindinha de todos os tempos da última semana.
Flying Babies by Rachel Hulin
If you had given baby Ian Brooks the ability to fly, I’da sure ended up flying away to a Nutter Butter Factory where I would have happily lived the entirety of my life. Rachel’s babies, also imbued with the power of flight, are more content to explore their world, unhampered by gravity or parents picking them up and placing them in places they’d rather not be. Next stop, kiddos: second star to the right and straight on ‘til morning.
Artist: Website (via: Lost at E Minor)
me too girl, me too
slowly and always.
Torrinha, SP. Obrigado Bruno Fernandes.
yep.
Fuck yeah, Obama!
