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mer-ancolies-et-belles-aubes:

Oh well… If this is a sort of death … What else could it be ?

“To die, to sleep – to sleep, perchance to dream – ay, there’s the rub, for in this sleep of death what dreams may come…” (Hamlet)

ponto-pe-de-flor:

Um dia é preciso parar de sonhar e, de alguma forma, partir.

Amyr Klink