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Festa de Orixá, by Breno Loeser. | 1, 2

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I don't know what living a balanced life feels like. When I am sad, I don't cry, I pour. When I am happy, I don't smile, I glow. When I am angry, I don't yell, I burn. The good thing about feeling in extremes, is when I love, I give them wings. But perhaps that isn't such a good thing, cause they always tend to leave and you should see me, when my heart is broken. I don't grieve, I shatter.

— Rupi Kaur, Milk and Honey

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eu queria ser tão mais

tão mais

tão mais

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Camilla Cattabriga

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nem todas as cartas que guardei

vão falar do sufoco que é você não poder lê-las.

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como mostrar seus medos e monstros para alguém sem pirar apenas com a ideia de que tudo seja feio demais para o outro suportar?

como se abrir para alguém sem surtar com o medo de que seu poço de defeitos e traumas seja fundo demais para o outro nadar?

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a sensibilidade é um dom

não um problema.

problema mesmo, são aqueles que não sentem.

[sinta o dobro por eles.]

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Hey if you’re schizophrenic/psychotic I just want you to know that you’re a wonderful person and that you deserve so much better than the demonization, marginalization and stigmatization you face in this society.

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reblog if u are currently A Mess

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The day the music died

“I met a girl who sang the blues And I asked her for some happy news But she just smiled and turned away I went down to the sacred store Where I’d heard the music years before But the man there said the music wouldn’d play And in the streets: the children screamed The lovers cried and the poets dreamed But not a word was spoken The church bells all were broken And the three men I admire most The father   son   and the holy ghost They caught the last train for the coast The day the music died”