The Journey For Peace
Works at Tumblr
Studies at High School Of Life - Hell
Lives in Lisbon - Portugal
Forever Alone
Speaks Português Brasil, Português Portugal, English, Español, Français
Born on 27th november 1996
From Fortaleza - Brazil
(via beanie-babies)
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Todos escondem quem são pelo menos por parte do tempo. Às vezes, você enterra essa parte de si mesmo tão fundo, que precisa ser lembrado de que ela está lá. E, às vezes, você só quer esquecer quem você realmente é, E se os olhos são a janela da alma, então a mágoa é a porta... Enquanto estiver fechada, é a barreira... entre o saber e o não saber. Fuja e ela continuará fechada para sempre. Mas abra, e a atravesse. E a dor se torna verdadeira.Compteur de visite
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