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| “The soil of a man's heart is stonier, Louis. A man grows what he can, and he tends it. 'Cause what you buy, is what you own. And what you own... always comes home to you.” ― Stephen King, Pet Sematary jul 6 2026 ∞
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“She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like Patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.” ― William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night jul 6 2026 ∞
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I never trust my feelings I waited for the remedy
sep 18 2026 ∞
sep 18 2026 + Eu não ando só, só ando em boa companhia, com meu violão, minha canção e a poesia ― Para Viver Um Grande Amor de Vinícius de Moraes e Toquinho oct 8 2026 ∞
oct 16 2026 + I should have wrote a letter and grieve what I happen to grieve, my black shroud I never trust my feelings, I waited for the remedy ― Sufjan Stevens oct 16 2026 ∞
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