O realismo é um oceano repleto de belas rosas. Uns veem pétalas perfumadas rodeando as margens do limbo, outros, sentem os espinhos sádicos que se debatem dentre as ondas traiçoeiras. E há quem diga que o perfume das rosas compensam os rasgos que os espinhos deixam em nossa história ao se mergulhar nestas tantas incertezas que os horizontes trazem à praia.
Annd Yawk.    (via oxigenio-dapalavra)

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burgerkid:

when you win an argument against someone you don’t like

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addicted-to-phan-girling:


Peeta practices his pole dancing moves

I’m literally dying in the car and my mom is silently judging me

addicted-to-phan-girling:

Peeta practices his pole dancing moves

I’m literally dying in the car and my mom is silently judging me

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