Sofia's Thoughts

"Sinto saudades de tudo que marcou a minha vida.
Quando vejo retratos,
quando sinto cheiros,
quando escuto uma voz,
quando me lembro do passado,
eu sinto saudades.
Sinto saudades de amigos que nunca mais vi,
de pessoas com quem não mais falei ou cruzei.
Sinto saudades da minha infância,
do meu primeiro amor,
do meu segundo,
do terceiro,
do penúltimo
e daqueles que ainda vou ter.
Sinto saudades das coisas que vivi
e das que deixei passar.”
Clarice Lispector

merveiyeux:

Alison DiLaurentis || Well, it worked, didn’t it?

Hate her

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Quando eu conheço alguém que odeia a mesma pessoa que eu

diario-de-uma-abestada:

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~Uma abestada~

Mona+Jenna+Lucas
"The First Secret"

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bookfessions:

Source: foreverainternetloner
inspirationwordslove:

Pascalle
our ends are beginnings

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kiss-my-aspergers:

foxstitches:

serasquatch:

berserkasfuckk:

Matilda

I was rewatching this movie the other day and got up to the point where she and Miss Honey meet for the first time in the classroom, and she mentions that her favorite author is Charles Dickens.
And, like, I always thought they namedropped him in order to make her sound intellectual, but it occurred to me really suddenly and violently that the reason she loves Dickens is because he writes about children who live in abusive systems and who’ve been orphaned or abandoned and she finds comfort and solidarity in it. Miss Honey’s reacts the way she does because Dickens is special to her, likely for the same exact reason. WOW DUH.
ONLY GETTING THIS LIKE 15 YEARS LATER. ALL ABOARD THE SLOW MOBILE.

omG

If it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure 70% of the people reblogging this also didn’t realise this until you said it. Myself included.

kiss-my-aspergers:

foxstitches:

serasquatch:

berserkasfuckk:

Matilda

I was rewatching this movie the other day and got up to the point where she and Miss Honey meet for the first time in the classroom, and she mentions that her favorite author is Charles Dickens.

And, like, I always thought they namedropped him in order to make her sound intellectual, but it occurred to me really suddenly and violently that the reason she loves Dickens is because he writes about children who live in abusive systems and who’ve been orphaned or abandoned and she finds comfort and solidarity in it. Miss Honey’s reacts the way she does because Dickens is special to her, likely for the same exact reason. WOW DUH.

ONLY GETTING THIS LIKE 15 YEARS LATER. ALL ABOARD THE SLOW MOBILE.

omG

If it’s any consolation, I’m pretty sure 70% of the people reblogging this also didn’t realise this until you said it. Myself included.

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“Eu sou assim.
Uma hora sorria,
noutra sofria.”

—   A Escritora de Bar.  (via teempo-de-paz)

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Feeling so so lonley lately.

PAOLO SEBASTIAN Autumn/Winter Bridal Collection 2014 - sleeved lace ball gown encrusted with a million dollars worth of diamonds and 3D flower petal detail.

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PAOLO SEBASTIAN Autumn/Winter Bridal Collection 2014 - sleeved lace ball gown encrusted with a million dollars worth of diamonds and 3D flower petal detail.

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rozaprior:

M.A.D.N.E.S.S.

Fix me,” I commanded him. “This thing, what I’ve done - there’s something wrong with me, Noah. Fix it.”

Noah’s expression broke my heart as he brushed my hair from my face, and skimmed the line of my neck. “I can’t”

"Why not?" I asked, my voice threatening to crack.

"Because," he said, "You’re not broken.

stardustandwands:

“You want me,” Noah said simply, definitively. “Don’t lie to me. I can hear it.” 
“Irrelevant,” I breathed. 
“No, it isn’t irrelevant. You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you.” 
My tongue warred with my mind. “Today,” I whispered. Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. “Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.” 
Noah’s eyes held mine. His stare was infinite. “I was made for you, Mara.” 
And at that moment, even though I didn’t know how it was possible or what it meant, I believed him. 
“And you know it. So tell the truth. Do you want me?” His voice was strong, confident as he voiced the question that sounded more like a statement. 
But his face. In the slightest crease and furrow of his brow, barely perceptible, it was there. Doubt.

stardustandwands:

“You want me,” Noah said simply, definitively. “Don’t lie to me. I can hear it.”

“Irrelevant,” I breathed.

“No, it isn’t irrelevant. You want me as much as I want you. And all I want is you.”

My tongue warred with my mind. “Today,” I whispered. Noah stood slowly, his body skimming mine as he rose. “Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever.”

Noah’s eyes held mine. His stare was infinite. “I was made for you, Mara.”

And at that moment, even though I didn’t know how it was possible or what it meant, I believed him.

“And you know it. So tell the truth. Do you want me?” His voice was strong, confident as he voiced the question that sounded more like a statement.

But his face. In the slightest crease and furrow of his brow, barely perceptible, it was there. Doubt.

shes-a-maslaniac:

idk why anyone would be interested in me romantically i literally watch netflix, complain, and wear the same four to five outfits with different mixes and matches all the time

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