"A sôra me adescurpe os garranchos."

"Aqui não tem garrancho, Zelão. Aqui não está escrito nada. Nenhuma palavrinha sequer… nessas cartas só tem rabiscos e figurinhas."

(…)

"Entonce era só rabisco e figurinha?"

"Era.. só rabisco e figurinha. E se você não me disser de viva voz o que você acha que estava escrito naquelas cartas, eu nunca vou saber… Diz, Zelão. Me diz! O que voce queria escrever?"

(…)

"Zelão, Zelão…"

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"Juliana decide acompanhar Zelão."

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(originally lolitalovesick / via lolitalovesick)

"O que ele[Coronel] quer? Que eu vá embora?"
"Ocê… simbora?(..) Perfessora, eu acho melhor a sôra nem pisar os pé lá na Casa Grande."


"Mas eu estou disposta a enfrenter o seu patrão, Zelão!"
"De jeito maneira, a sôra vai voltar, nesse instante e já!"


”Para quê isso agora, Zelão?”
”Porque eu num quero carregar na minha garupa o peso do remoroso. Agora vá simbora, pode ir. Vá!”

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(originally lolitalovesick / via lolitalovesick)

A vertigem de Zelão

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(originally lolitalovesick / via lolitalovesick)

why yuzuru hanyu is a life ruiner: he skated with Russia’s 15 year-old prodigy, Yulia Lipnitskaya (& look at those smiles) 

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sometimes, the people and places we are meant for take us by surprise.

Posted 1 December 2013, 8 months ago | 102 notes | reblog this post
(originally veradubhghoill / via veradubhghoill)

tullying:

When witches don’t fight we burn

Posted 1 December 2013, 8 months ago | 679 notes | reblog this post
(originally tullying / via tullying)

I’m not giving him up. But, that doesn’t mean you have to either.

Posted 1 December 2013, 8 months ago | 11,849 notes | reblog this post
(originally ahsgifs / via ahsgifs)

They call us the global generation, we are known for our entitlement and our narcissism. Some say it’s because we’re the first generation where every kid gets a trophy just for showing up. Others think it’s because social media allows us to post every time we fart or have a sandwich for all the world to see. But it seems that our one defining trait is a numbness to the world, an indifference to suffering. I know I did anything I could to not feel. Sex, drugs, booze. Just take away the pain, take away my mother and my asshole father and the press and all the boys I loved who wouldn’t love me back.

feelhookssword:

"Careful. He may look like a boy but he’s a bloody demon!

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Liz. Eighteen. Brazil.
As the world falls down
falling, falling