Não estou querendo dizer que sou perfeita, mas poxa, não sou feita apenas de erros, eu também acerto às vezes sabe...
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“Dearest,
I feel certain that I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier ‘til this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.”
March 28, 1941 - Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter.
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Tell me when to stop.
-The Miseducation of Cameron Post
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I had this little mindshift the other day and decided to write this poem.
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Ela se jogou da janela do quinto andar, nada é fácil de entender
— Legião Urbana
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