Todo dia ela faz tudo sempre igual:
Me sacode às seis horas da manhã,
Me sorri um sorriso pontual
E me beija com a boca de hortelã.
Me sacode às seis horas da manhã,
Me sorri um sorriso pontual
E me beija com a boca de hortelã.
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| — | Cotidiano, Chico Buarque (via noodleharu) |
if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
