Por @ltg-blog

Me: I like my coffee like I like my men

Also me: I only drink tea

neon gravestones try to call for my blood

Those smooth, spit-cleaned cheeks gave no indication of the dreams crowding her skull. Should she make it to adulthood, the girl would arrive with two hundred and six bones. Two and a half million sweat glands. Ninety-six thousand kilometers of blood vessels. Forty-six chromosomes. Seven meters of small intestines. Six hundred and six discrete muscles. One hundred billion cerebral neurons. Two kidneys. A liver. A heart. A hundred trillion cells that died and were replaced, again and again. But no matter how many ways she dismembered and quantified the body lying beside her, she couldn’t say how many years the girl would wait before she married, if at all, or how many children she would have, if any; and between the creation of this body and its end lay the mystery the girl would spend her life solving.

-Anthony Marra

ilumina meu dia mas

queima a minha pele

/D . E . C . A . Y/

frasi infinite

but what if who we are is nothing but shadows and echos of a life we were supposed to live.

and i feel like the answer is within reach, I just need to capture that truth, that one simple phrase that owns a whole infinite of possibilities,

enough to shatter the world as you know and build a new one with so much beauty, like never seen before.

sometimes i wonder what do I need to do to find this infinite phrase, if one day I'll have the luck to witness its magic.

remus lupin, you sassy creature

She wanted the smell of leaves in the air, the taste of salty water, the inner peace that you can only find in that place, her home. All the little pleasures that she considered hers to feel.

Surprisingly, those could also be found on the girl next to her. That unknown territory began to feel like home even though she was so far from it- all thanks to her. It's amazing how some carry heaven in them without even realizing it.