I was a tree in my past life

Sorry for being so quiet all my thoughts are abstract and incommunicable

bom dia + não há nada mais subjetivo que a realidade + se perder tbm é caminho + depois do medo vem o mundo + as possibilidades são infinitas + é preciso amar o inútil

I swear my consequences dont even have actions

The way men used to sit on porches in the evening doing nothing was not laziness, it was a liturgy. the earth turned and they watched it turn, and that was what souls needed. that quiet hour nobody can give back

Your honor, in my defence, the vibes were misleading

Actually, we live on a planet where trees warn each other of danger through underground networks. where octopuses dream. where elephants return to the bones of their dead and stand over them in silence. where bees communicate through dance, showing each other where to fly. where

i don’t want to think about it anymore

i hate that a part of me still hopes

después? después uno se muere

sometimes it's better not to know

amar

How could I look away now that I’ve seen u??

é simples: geleiras: vão derreter estrelas: vão se apagar e eu pensando: em ter você pelo tempo: que durar

Niggas be like "that's not realistic" as if the entire universe isn't a living miracle beyond human comprehension

getting something you really want in your dream and then waking up to nothing