portas onde nos apetece estar

(algures perto de Viana do Castelo)

lido por aí

By wasting nearly 20 comments on this tumblr and not a single comment about something else I think everyone should be talking about that I haven’t mentioned until just now, you’re silencing me by rejecting the intuition that has arisen in women as an adaptation to the demands of the oppressor and not reading my mind.