coffeeandjuice said: falando em quindim você viu que o ~~renomado chef~~ Jamie Oliver falou mal de brigadeiro e quindim???????????? SABE DE NADA SABE DE NADAAAAA

:O quem esse polaco despirocado pensa que é? prefiro m1l vezes meu muso gordon ramsay que come comida estragada pra fazer drama nos programas dele do que esse aí! HUNF, nunca comeu do meu brigadeiro de microondas hahah

coffeeandjuice said: isso!! eu vou com um vestido que tem uns bolsos ótimos para esconder os docinhos

*————-* vamo robar quindim, gata

coffeeandjuice said:vaaaaaamosssssssssss!!!! pega os seus trajes de gala e simbroa arrasar de penetraa!

já separei meu vestidinho vermelho discreto pra nigm perceber que eu to atacando o frango do buffet

I wanna go to a marriage or to a big birthday party where I can have a shitload of booze and food for free

likeafieldmouse:

Kate Peters - Selections from the series Stranger than Fiction and Home

drewwilsonphoto:

you’ve always had this need to run away. despite how good things might be going. or how stable life may seem. your tongue has grown numb to the sting of empty promises. you probably have loved too many people. too easily. almost like you were the promising shore to a worn out ship. only to become lost in the unpredictable tides. you’re the friend at the party who never says goodbye. you tip the bartender and leave before a thank you. in reality your heart is a lonely apartment in brooklyn soaked in the summer heat with every window open. or the hopeful promise of beautiful views on top of a mountain. some days the wind blows through all those windows and some days all that fog up there clears. but instead you drink too much and sleep too little. the inspiration comes in transient waves. but something about the ocean always drew you in. 

drewwilsonphoto:

you’ve always had this need to run away. despite how good things might be going. or how stable life may seem. your tongue has grown numb to the sting of empty promises. you probably have loved too many people. too easily. almost like you were the promising shore to a worn out ship. only to become lost in the unpredictable tides. you’re the friend at the party who never says goodbye. you tip the bartender and leave before a thank you. in reality your heart is a lonely apartment in brooklyn soaked in the summer heat with every window open. or the hopeful promise of beautiful views on top of a mountain. some days the wind blows through all those windows and some days all that fog up there clears. but instead you drink too much and sleep too little. the inspiration comes in transient waves. but something about the ocean always drew you in. 

Anonymous said:
what is the best compliment you ever got?

"you make me feel safe and peaceful"

when your friend introduces you to someone else for the fist time and then leaves

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