imitosis
–lyric.
Fragments from a case of mitosis. A mixture of loneliness and closeness scattered like a billion spores.
twitter.com/biavarella:
Será que ainda vai chegar o dia de se pagar até a respiração?
Pago imposto pra morar, pra beber água e comer
E até quando eu morrer tem imposto pra enterrar
Só não puderam cobrar por minha respiração
E pela direção que o mundo está tomando eu vou viver pagando o ar de meu pulmão
Siba
The reason why my Tumblr is called Imitosis.
Sing to us, Bird.
Some laugh at kids who text acronyms rather than known words. But these kids are trying to deal with all of the issues that writing things down entails. You know, stuff like “What’s another word for cool?” and “Aw, this takes so long.”
Yet a culture in which writing things down had almost become a lost nature has suddenly had to adjust to the notion that we are being judged—more than ever, perhaps—on our ability to express ourselves, charm, persuade, impress and even sympathize through cold, hard, joined-up words."
n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
from the dictionaryofobscuresorrows
Maybe I’m crazy to suppose
I’d ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations
You’d receive
:)
Só é olhado pelo céu quem olha as estrelas. - Mia Couto
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