"falas de amor, e eu ouço tudo e calo/ amor na Humanidade é uma mentira/ e é por isto que na minha lira/ de amores fúteis poucas vezes falo." — Augusto dos Anjos
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more Captive Prince brain rot! (I’ve been rereading it again 🫣)
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"Deedle, deedle, Blackcoat's Daughter, what was in the Holy Water? Went to bed on an unclean head, the Angels they forgot her."
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i do not have any disorders . these r symptoms of being an angel
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Spring advanced rapidly; the weather became fine, and the skies cloudless. It surprised me that what before was desert and gloomy should now bloom with the most beautiful flowers and verdure. My senses were gratified and refreshed by a thousand scents of delight, and a thousand sights of beauty.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
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