March 2012
“Já que nada nos salva da morte, que pelo menos o amor, nos salve da vida.”
—Pablo Neruda (via iheartevanrachelwood)
Quem quiser hoje o céu Que venha buscar
Mil universos, todos errados
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3:61 a.m.
Tell me something.
Something the size of a thimble.Tell me something that you keep inside of you
that you can only reach after pieces of you
fall away like matryoshka shells
and all that’s left is a small, beating
heart.