"não quero mais da vida do que senti-la perder-se nestas tardes imprevistas, ao som de crianças alheias que brincam nestes jardins engradados pela melancolia das ruas que os cercam, e copados, para além dos ramos altos das árvores, pelo céu velho onde as estrelas recomeçam."
Monday, April 4
dumb
my heart is broke and i have some glue, help me inhale, mend it with you. we'll float around, hang out on clouds, then we'll come down, have a hangover, have a hangover.
my heart is broke and i have some glue, help me inhale, mend it with you. we'll float around, hang out on clouds, then we'll come down, have a hangover, have a hangover.
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