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[eu @saidessatio]

thread de alguns dos livros q curti mt esse ano ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

• o declínio de um homem - Dazai

me dá uma vertigem agridoce admitir o quanto eu gostei desse livro; me incitou a conhecer as outras obras do Tsushima e eu n me arrependo !!!
lowkey me achei um tico nele

[eu @saidessatio]

erling haaland, gabriel guimarães, domingo vai ser lindo🙏

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@tuitacarlos @melryyyyyyyy feliz no simples

[screencaps @screenscaps]

backrooms (2026) x exit 8 (2025)

[eu @saidessatio]

LINDO

[Outlander Magazine @StreetFashion01]

The Crayola x Camelbak Crayon Water Bottles (2026)

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@ifonlysienna DIVINHA, me reserva um horário 💅💅

[eu @saidessatio]

@ifonlysienna eu n sabia q tu fazia omg

[jlo @JLo]

love this shooooww

[Shakira @shakira]

Orgullosa de ser Latinoamericana.
🇧🇿🇨🇷🇸🇻🇬🇹🇭🇳🇲🇽🇳🇮🇵🇦🇦🇷🇧🇴🇧🇷🇨🇱🇨🇴🇪🇨🇬🇫🇬🇾🇵🇾🇵🇪🇸🇷🇺🇾🇻🇪🇨🇺🇩🇴🇭🇹🇬🇵🇲🇶🇵🇷🇧🇱🇸🇽

[͏b͏l͏a͏n͏c @dqveed]

"I was just following orders" was rejected as a defence at the Nuremberg trials by the way

[jude @wishfu1l]

gag

[eu @saidessatio]

muito foda Nasa

[NASA's Kennedy Space Center @NASAKennedy]

The planet can spell your name – literally. 🔤🌍

This Earth Day, see your name written in landscapes captured by Landsat: https://t.co/kcP12dhsI2

[Seth @seshysaurus]

I’m fagging out so bad over this transition I can’tttt

[eu @saidessatio]

omg balões!!!

[BoysLove Hub @hubboyslove]

abril chegou e com ele o temido alistamento militar tailandês por sorteio

[Kia 🧸ྀི @xevekiah]

“I don’t understand why women don’t just report it if it really happened.”
When I was 19, I reported mine. I had bruises. Hospital photos. Text messages of him apologizing the next morning. My friends drove me to the station because I could barely stop shaking. I thought evidence would make it simple. I thought truth would be enough.
Months later, I was the one on trial. His lawyer printed my Instagram photos and held them up in court. Asked why I wore crop tops. Asked why I drank that night. Asked why I didn’t scream louder. He replayed my police interview and pointed out every time I hesitated, every time I cried, every time my timeline wasn’t perfectly linear. “If it was traumatic,” he said, “why can’t she remember clearly?”
Sitting there while strangers debated my pain like it was a group project felt like being stripped again. My messages were projected on a screen. My body was described in detail. My character was picked apart like that was the real crime.
He walked out on bail. I walked out with panic attacks.
That’s why some women don’t report. Because even with bruises. Even with screenshots. Even when you do everything “right.” You still have to survive the assault twice, once in private, and once in public, just to maybe be believed.