What it Feels Like For a Girl

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protestasaopaulo:

“Ainda fazem da flor seu mais forte refrão
E acreditam nas flores vencendo o canhão.”

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“ Tudo passa. Chico Xavier costumava ter em cima de sua cama uma placa escrita: Isso também passa! Então perguntaram a ele o porquê disso, ele disse que era para que quando estivesse passando por momentos ruins, se lembrar de que eles iriam embora, que iriam passar, e que ele estava vivendo isso por algum motivo. Mas essa placa também era para lembrá-lo de que quando estivesse muito feliz, não deveria deixar tudo para trás e se deixar levar, porque esses momentos também iriam passar e momentos difíceis viriam novamente. É exatamente disso que a vida é feita, momentos. Momentos que temos que passar, sendo bons ou não, para o nosso próprio aprendizado. Nunca esquecendo do mais importante: nada nessa vida é por acaso.

— Diário de Chico Xavier. (via hugm-e)

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15th June 2013 / 34 notes

_{“The accumulated clutter of day-to-day existence - the lapse of conscience, the unpaid bills, the bungled opportunities, the dust under the couch, the inescapable prison of your genes-all of it is temporarily forgotten, crowded from your thoughts by an overpowering clarity of purpose and by the seriousness of the task at hand.” _}John Krauker- Into the wild

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godlovessean:

On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
That all my destinations will accept the one that’s me
So I can breathe

Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they’ll never know
Got a mind full of questions and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes

Don’t come closer or I’ll have to go
Owning me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you

Everyone I come across in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering but I’m never what they thought
Got my indignation but I’m pure in all my thoughts
I’m alive

Wind in my hair I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees they’re singing with the dead
Overhead

Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite forever orbiting
I know all the rules but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed

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