é o jeito que eu me perderia por dias no seu sorriso
feliz em esquecer o caminho de casa
faria morada
todo dia seria um final de tarde com o céu rosa alaranjado
uma noite de céu limpo todo estrelado
como eu perdi o que tava assistindo pra te ver dormir fazendo carinho na sua barba
ouvindo sua respiração pesada
memorizando cada segundo pra dar replay mais tarde
porque no final das contas nunca é o suficiente
e a gente tem tão pouco tempo...
12.06.23
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Taylor Swift, Guilty as Sin?
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Please tell me i'm not as forgettable as your silence is making me feel.
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Se não souber voltar ao menos mande notícias...
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fighting the urge to always know why
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girl chill there’s literally all kinds of everything everywhere
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Margaret Atwood, from True Stories: Poems; "Postcard," originally published in 1981
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cloe
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is anyone else just……..really tired. like deep in your bones tired
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i believe you can always get back to yourself. you can always soften into being again. no matter how long you might be stuck in a pattern of unhappiness, of being jaded, of feeling guarded from the world in some way. there is always a path back. give yourself a chance to find it.
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do it scared do it stupid do it badly whatever it is that's worth doing, that's worth anything at all, we do it. be it scared be it stupid be it badly. the sincerity remains the same.
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