April 2010
38 posts
here’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. there’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. there’s a bluebird in my heart...
“você é o Museu do Prado,
você é meu supermercado;
é a melodia de uma sinfonia...”
– (via commenfants)
