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@littleleaflover
eu escrevou por profundamente querer falar
I roam, I wander, I go on and on... Always without stopping, distracting my weary desire to reach some final resting-place
And — and don’t forget that the structure of the atom cannot be seen but is nonetheless known. I know about lots of things I’ve never seen
A million things could be happening for a person doing nothing. For me, it is all the love in the world
This avocado is a metaphor for my life. I waited too long to enjoy it and now it’s spoiled.
people think writing is about being smart but actually it's about being honest which is way harder
Where are all the interesting people, where are all the people who let themselves be interesting?
Commemorating the average person who enjoys life through little banalities
“As Proust says, [literature] opens up a kind of foreign language within language, which is…a becoming-other of language, a minorization of this major language, a delirium that carries it off, a witch’s line that escapes the dominant system.” — Deleuze, “Literature and Life”