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i have absolutely no idea of what i want to do with my life. except read.

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there’s that very precise moment immediately after you hear someone say that ‘x died’. even if it’s somebody you barely knew, or didn’t even know at all but knew existed, even then, there’s the moment. if x was someone you happened to love those seconds might turn into a few minutes. there’s this weird feeling. then you start to adapt. maybe not ( Read more... )

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olhava-me sempre devagar, como se estivesse em vias de me pedir que lhe contasse a minha vida. quando me pedia para ler alto do livro que trazia na mão, palavras, frases inteiras em que eu só reconhecia meia dúzia de palavras; quando lhe fiz perguntas, no fim da apresentação; quando, depois do primeiro bife, que comi de joelhos no chão da cozinha ( Read more... )

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