No palco, na praça, no circo, num banco de jardim, correndo no escuro, pichado no muro… Você vai saber de mim.
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| — | Chico Buarque (via hiperbole) |
Vai ficar tudo bem. A terra continua a girar, dias ruins virão também e o céu não vai desabar.
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| — | Capital Inicial (via aboutsomewhereonlyweknow) |
But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.
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| — | Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote (via hiperbole) |
