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“they’re a rotten crowd,” i shouted across the lawn. “you’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.” i’ve always been glad i said that. it was the only compliment i ever gave him

let’s tear through tokyo from zero to sixty / like we’re running out of time in this city

the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. the curves of your lips rewrite history.

Arthur felt happy. He was terribly pleased that the day was for once working out so much according to plan. Only twenty minutes ago he had decided he would go mad, and now he was already chasing a Chesterfield sofa across the fields of prehistoric Earth.

my name is brás de oliva domingos, and i’m a dreamer. i can’t really tell how old i am, only that i’m too young to wonder if i asked the right questions in the past, and too old to wish the future will bring me all the answers.

“I WOULD RATHER BE NUMB THAN STAND HERE IN THE LIGHT OF A SUN THAT CAN NEVER CHASE THE CHILL AWAY.” 

“it’s a fitting punishment for a monster. to want something so much—to hold it in your arms — and know beyond a doubt you will never deserve it.”