RF

"Meu maior medo é viver sozinho e não ter fé para receber um mundo diferente e não ter paz para se despedir. Meu maior medo é almoçar sozinho, jantar sozinho e me esforçar em me manter ocupado para não provocar compaixão dos garçons. Meu maior medo é ajudar as pessoas porque não sei me ajudar. Meu maior medo é desperdiçar espaço em uma cama de casal, sem acordar durante a chuva mais revolta, sem adormecer diante da chuva mais branda. Meu maior medo é a necessidade de ligar a tevê enquanto tomo banho. Meu maior medo é conversar com o rádio em engarrafamento. Meu maior medo é enfrentar um final de semana sozinho depois de ouvir os programas de meus colegas de trabalho. Meu maior medo é a segunda-feira e me calar para não parecer estranho e anti-social. Meu maior medo é escavar a noite para encontrar um par e voltar mais solteiro do que antes. Meu maior medo é não conseguir acabar uma cerveja sozinho. Meu maior medo é a indecisão ao escolher um presente para mim. Meu maior medo é a expectativa de dar certo na família, que não me deixa ao menos dar errado. Meu maior medo é escutar uma música, entender a letra e faltar uma companhia para concordar comigo."

Fabrício Carpinejar.      (via versiva)

joy-to-the-web:

i-effed-it-all-up:

i-effed-it-all-up:

he was a boy

she was a girl

can i make it any more heteronormative

he was a punk, she did ballet

why couldnt they be gay

He wanted girls, she’d never tell,
But secretly she wanted girls as well

antologicos:

"Angela, finalmente consegui comprar a bicicleta que nos faria conhecer metade do mundo. Depois de muito tempo consegui voltar na loja. A lembrança de te ver ali, parada, me quebraria as pernas. Eu te devo o mundo e o perdão por ele. Eu sei que você chorou quando fui embora. Eu tive a certeza disso quando me falaram que o seu portão estava enferrujado. Ontem a loucura me fez ouvir tua voz doente. Abri os olhos, olhei para o chão e vi uma foto tua. Aquela do inverno passado. Desliguei a TV e voltei a dormir. Angela, troca o portão e faz o café que amanhã eu chego com a bicicleta que nos fará chorar de rir".

Angela trocou o portão, fez o café, mexeu os pés e esperou.

15/09/2014

g0ldenlvst:

2realtokill 😍

peperomint:

nail polish on fingernails: 2 days
nail polish on toenails: 200 years. ur ghost will have glittery toes. ur descendants will come out of the womb w/ revlon 791 midnight affair perfectly applied. infinite

kameliendame:

In the Middle [source]

Dutch National Ballet

drappleluv:

doodlebug-debz:

"First Year Founders"

The First Year Founders was a little idea I had a long time ago of the founders of Hogwarts as first year students or just students in general. Every now and then I like to draw them in my style. :)

:::Character descriptions:::

Please keep in mind that these are my versions of the characters, and I made them up for fun lol.

Helga: The person I think would be the “main character” if there was a story. She is a pacifist, and is a cheerful and active person (I imagine her to have quite a bit of muscle, so she is stronger than she looks!) She treasures her friends very much and will do anything to protect them.

Godric: The first to reach out to Helga in school. He and Helga have a lot in common. They play Quidditch, are active and are very cheerful. When they are together they can be really loud and obnoxious. However, Godric has the tendency to not listen which causes him to go too far with his antics. He enjoys engaging in activities that gives him an adrenaline rush. 

Rowena: She sits next to Helga in class, but does not engage in conversation upon their first meeting. She is the type that seems to have a very “fierce look” on her face, when really, it’s just her face when she’s relaxed. She does not trust people very much and prefers to be in solitude. However, she does keep her best friends close and treasures them very much. I imagined her to be quite old-fashioned with very odd and funny tastes in things. 

Salazar: At first, he and Rowena did not get along well. He became very jealous because she would always succeed in anything he would do with less effort. He makes friends with those who seem useful to him, but later learns where his trusts lie. He has a glimmer in his eye whenever he sees something he wants and will try his hardest to get it. Everyday, he is seen doing something new. 

First years in a different school, right? Otherwise it doesn’t make sense.

aboyacrosstheriver:

theannieplanet:

aboyacrosstheriver:

loverussianballet:

Sleeping Beauty at Mikhailovsky Theater, Pas de trois pour la Fées d’Or, d’Argent et de Saphir

by Nikolay Krusser

omg their passes arent even turned out…

I’m pretty sure they weren’t going for the turned out look this time

pretty sure i was going for a joke this time.

riddlersgammon:

that time of year is approaching

scary lawn decorations

terrifying tv programs

people in costumes going door to door

election season