IF under these stars i could hold you close

sempre

não te esqueças
não te esqueças do caminho, para poderes voltar. (escreve no braço)

there are so many fragile things...

( after all. people break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.)





"Stories,
like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams,
are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created."
— Neil Gaiman . Fragile Things 

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Who knows what love is
i wonder if you do
Who can tell me what love is
i wish it could be you

cheers

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❤ hoje vi o mar e respirei-me

yours and mine