when the sun rises in the west and sets in the east, when the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves. When my womb quickens again, and I bear a living child. Then you will return, my sun-and-stars and not before. 
                 
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Mariana, 17.
  • Curitiba, Brazil
  • JoinedJanuary 16, 2015
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grammyswift grammyswift Mar 13, 2017 03:23AM 
Tem umas histórias que eu gosto mas me desanima ler porque a protagonista é tão submissa e contraditória que me irrita profundamente
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