December 2009
8 posts
“Porque eu fazia do amor um cálculo matemático errado: pensava que, somando as...”
– Clarice Lispector - “Perdoando Deus”, in Felicidade Clandestina
“I see him every day. That guy who used to love me. He used to think about me,...”
– (via idareyoutoclickthis)
