i wonder how people describe me when they’re talking about me to someone who’s never met me

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“My younger sister died when I was seven. I remember my mom asking if I’d seen her, and we searched the whole house, and discovered her beneath some hurricane shutters. We think that she climbed up on them to play, and they fell down on her. My strongest memory from that day is these two young girls, holding open our front door when the paramedics arrived. I can see them clearly in my memory, but I don’t know who they are. I may have just invented them, but I like to think that they were angels.”

Happy new year everyone!! photo:”nuit de noël” by Malik Sidibé
I woke up this morning for three minutes. I rolled out of bed, put on my slippers, and stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. That was all I could take. I went back to sleep. I didn’t go back to bed. I just went back to sleep. I slept all day. I sleep most days. I’m asleep when I go to school, asleep when I’m telling the barista which form of caffeine I prefer. It never wakes me up, but I spend $3.50 on it anyway. I’m asleep when my professors are talking, asleep when I go to the store to pick up milk. Sometimes I wake up, but it’s terrifying so I go back to sleep right away. I want to wake up. I want to have a reason to wake up.
Marianna Paige (via seabois)

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Photography by Peter

O dito pelo não dito.
I warned you clearly
An omnivorous poet,
I eat everything.
Elvira Riveiro Tobío, from “Carnia Haikai,” trans. Adrian West (via proustitute)

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das coisas
que eu fiz a metro
todos saberão
quantos quilômetros são

em centímetros
sentimentos mínimos
ímpetos infinitos
Paulo Leminski  (via indubio)

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