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As asas pesavam. Era uma coisa mágica, esticar os músculos e chegar aos céus. Mas, as vezes, aquelas penas brancas pesavam tanto que ela podia apenas ficar estatelada no chão, desejando as estrelas.

ancientbread:

big fan of the “I can’t fix him but I can follow him to his tragic and untimely end and love him even as he becomes corrupted and decays into a shadow of his former self” trope

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tiger-in-the-flightdeck:

blvcklolita:

awonderingliz:

Bach’s Cello Suite No. 1 in G, Prélude

This with the rain, Oh what a mood

Oh wow, all of the tension just flowed out of my muscles as soon as this started playing

mossyredwood:

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We have forgotten how to be good guests, how to walk lightly on the Earth as its other creatures do.

covet-couture:

D&G, F/W 16-17 Couture

dateaboysuggestions:

Date a boy who is supportive of whatever your body looks like no matter what

chandelyer:

Paolo Sebastian spring 2018 couture

apros3xia:

I just want to crawl in bed with someone I care about and have my heart feel at home again and watch movies and talk about random stuff for hours