"Deixe a porta aberta quando for saindo / Você vai chorando e eu fico sorrindo / Conte pras amigas que tudo foi mal / Nada aumenta a culpa de um marginal"

 

O que é seu o tempo se encarrega de trazer, e o que não é, se vai com ele.

Clichês, Verbografia.  (via redescobrindo-voce)

(Source: verbografia)

metralhadora-cheia-de-magoas:

“E me ocorreu que todo mundo sofria continuamente, incluindo aqueles que fingiam não sofrer.”

Charles Bukowski  (via enoitecer)

(Source: segredou)

doctorfaraday:

Suddenly I had a vision of Dean, a burning shuddering frightful Angel, palpitating toward me across the road, approaching like a cloud, with enormous speed, pursuing me like the Shrouded Traveler on the plain, bearing down on me. I saw his huge face over the plains with the mad, bony purpose and the gleaming eyes; I saw his wings; I saw his old jalopy chariot with thousands of sparkling flames shooting out from it; I saw the path it burned over the road; it even made its own road and went over the corn, through cities, destroying bridges, drying rivers. It came like wrath to the West. I knew Dean had gone mad again.

- Jack Kerouac, On The Road