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27th July 2014

Quote reblogged from utopias e nebulas with 363,264 notes

Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.
— (via ves-arte)

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27th July 2014

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Vontade de comer.

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27th July 2014

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Fome.

 

Fome.

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27th July 2014

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thongtied

thongtied

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27th July 2014

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Aceito convites indiscretos para ir a Paredes. Não se acanhem.

27th July 2014

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Em ritmo de.

Em ritmo de.

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27th July 2014

Photo reblogged from Perhaps fuck off might be too kind with 266 notes

Taken.

Taken.

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20th July 2014

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Sem rede.

Sem rede.

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20th July 2014

Photo reblogged from Your mind. my space with 28,522 notes

Incondicional.mente.

Incondicional.mente.

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20th July 2014

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Coxas e peitos. Frango q.b.

Coxas e peitos. Frango q.b.

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20th July 2014

Photo reblogged from . with 2,443 notes

no pun intended

no pun intended

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20th July 2014

Quote reblogged from Untitled with 106 notes

It is possible that longing for something is better than actually having it. I’ve heard it said that satisfaction is the death of desire.
— Hank Moody, Californication. (via barryburnley)

Source: barryburnley

20th July 2014

Link reblogged from Da pessoa. with 11 notes

http://portuguessuave.tumblr.com/post/91671886493/morre-lentamente-quem-evita-uma-paixao-quem →

portuguessuave:

"Morre lentamente quem evita uma paixão, quem prefere o preto no branco e os pontos nos "is" a um turbilhão de emoções indomáveis, justamente as que resgatam o brilho nos olhos, sorrisos e soluços, coração aos tropeços, sentimentos.
Morre lentamente quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz no…

20th July 2014

Quote reblogged from The Taste of My Love with 6 notes

Ao fim da tarde

Ninguém esperava ver o mar naquele dia
mas era o mar
que estava ali, à porta naqueles olhos.
— Eugénio de Andrade (via osabordopecado1)