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&lt;div id="content"&gt;                                                                     &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="media" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Luan Santana diz&amp;amp;#160;: &amp;amp;#8221;Eu fiz um show no interior do meu estado, para mais ou menos umas 500 pessoas. E eu cheguei em casa todo feliz e falei assim pro meu pai - ô Pai, eu fiz um show rapaz , deu 500 pessoas cê acredita? eu já to fazendo sucesso ,né&amp;amp;#160;?! ai ele falou - Meu filho, nesse show, o povo te chingou de metido? ai eu falei - Não! ai ele disse - Falaram mal de você? ai eu falei - Não. E ele insistiu - Te chamaram de gay? e eu novamente - Não. Ai ele falou - Então pode ter certeza que você ainda não ta fazendo sucesso. &amp;amp;#8221;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk8ixamuCz1qjt0hco1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="header" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Quando eu vi esse gif:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; &lt;img height="376" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk6esnUKtu1qeup7d.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu fiq&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;tipo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljlm9tyhq31qfhia0.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMG OMG OMG!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773973266674501381-4045043121372954033?l=blessedaraujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/feeds/4045043121372954033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/2011/04/reblog_27.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773973266674501381/posts/default/4045043121372954033?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773973266674501381/posts/default/4045043121372954033?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/2011/04/reblog_27.html' title='Reblog (:'/><author><name>Fátima Araújo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209453967630555398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11541695937893619985'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkIMRXw4fSp7ImA9WhZQF0o.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773973266674501381.post-679731854531370415</id><published>2011-04-25T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T15:29:44.235-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-25T15:29:44.235-07:00</app:edited><title>Pode me ignorar. Só não esquece que eu também sei fazer o mesmo, e até pior.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="fucking-love:

Pode me ignorar. Só não esquece que eu também sei fazer o mesmo, e até pior." class="photo" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk0c3wIsiE1qel0uho1_500.gif" /&gt;                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Palavras não me atingem, a não ser que me ataquem com um dicionário. Homer Simpson" class="photo" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljyvd90cLw1qdq2qto1_500.jpg" /&gt;                                                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="permalink"&gt;&lt;a alt="Permalink for this post" class="tooltip" href="http://cicloseco.tumblr.com/post/4761621843/limite"&gt;&lt;img height="16" src="http://static.tumblr.com/qhck824/C6al0gc5f/clear.png" width="16" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photoPost"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Amigos não “são para essas coisas”, não. Isso é um clichê detestável, significando quase sempre que amigo é saco de pancadas, é uma espécie de privada onde o outro pode jogar dejetos, detritos imundos e dar a descarga.
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Amigos são para dividir o bom e o mal, mas também para deixarem as coisas sempre limpas entre eles — amigos devem ser solidários." /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amigos não “são para essas coisas”, não. Isso é um clichê  detestável, significando quase sempre que amigo é saco de pancadas, é  uma espécie de&amp;nbsp;privada onde o outro pode jogar dejetos, detritos imundos  e dar a descarga.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amigos são para dividir o bom e o mal, mas também para deixarem as coisas&amp;nbsp;sempre limpas entre eles — amigos devem ser &lt;strong&gt;solidários&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773973266674501381-8182878344919420939?l=blessedaraujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/feeds/8182878344919420939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/2011/04/amigos-nao-sao-para-essas-coisas-nao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773973266674501381/posts/default/8182878344919420939?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773973266674501381/posts/default/8182878344919420939?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/2011/04/amigos-nao-sao-para-essas-coisas-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Fátima Araújo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209453967630555398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11541695937893619985'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;AkMFQHc6eSp7ImA9WhZQF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773973266674501381.post-8943133618847143957</id><published>2011-04-25T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:53:31.911-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-25T14:53:31.911-07:00</app:edited><title>Prefira Borboletas ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;                                                  &lt;img alt="A: Porque vocês meninas choram por tudo?B: Minha mãe disse que meninas são sensíveis.A: Garotos não sentem?B: Acho que só alguns&amp;amp;#8230;A: Eu sinto.B: Sente o que? Nós somos crianças ainda, e crianças não amam nem nada.A: Você não ama sua mãe e seu pai?B: Amo.A: Eu sinto friozinho na barriga quando encosto em você, como no looping.B: Eu sinto vergonha quando você faz isso. Espero que não seja amor.A: Não sei, quer brincar? Você é minha filha&amp;amp;#8230; aí você pode me amar. 

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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                  &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mulher tem um dom especial, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;e não é querendo desmerecer homem nenhum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;,  mas eles não tem a mesma capacidade que elas de sofrer calada com um  sorriso nos lábios, eles são diferentes, sofrem com um cigarro em uma  mão e uma bebida em outra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; isso não é ser forte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;, é ser fraco ao ponto de fazer besteiras pra esquecer os problemas. Mulheres não, se rendem as lágrimas, se deixam abater, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;passam o dia em casa assistindo um filme romântico e lembrando dele&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;, comendo uma panela cheia de brigadeiro se lamentando com a melhor amiga e a falta que ele faz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Elas não tem medo de se deixar dominar pela tristeza&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;,  porque sabem que precisam disso pra superar, pra no dia seguinte  levantar da cama e falar que o dia anteriror já valeu todas as suas  lágrimas e agora não vai mais derramar uma sequer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;então ela se transforma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;, faz uma mudança no visual, ela quer causar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; surpreender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;,  mostrar pra todos e inclusive pra ele que não foi ela quem saiu  perdendo. Ser forte assim, não é pra qualquer um. Não é qualquer um que  tem essa força de chorar hoje e amanhã já erguer o queixo e mostrar que  pode aguentar muito mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mulheres tem essa capacidade, e mesmo assim ainda há quem diga que somos fracas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;.  Mas é aí que está a nossa força: Parecermos tão frágeis quanto  porcelana, mas sermos tão forte como os homens acham que eles são. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6773973266674501381-1578736051191881340?l=blessedaraujo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/feeds/1578736051191881340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/2011/04/mulher-tem-um-dom-especial-e-nao-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773973266674501381/posts/default/1578736051191881340?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6773973266674501381/posts/default/1578736051191881340?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blessedaraujo.blogspot.com/2011/04/mulher-tem-um-dom-especial-e-nao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Fátima Araújo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10209453967630555398</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11541695937893619985'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEIARn04cSp7ImA9WhZQF0s.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6773973266674501381.post-1378006925039717123</id><published>2011-04-25T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:22:27.339-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-04-25T14:22:27.339-07:00</app:edited><title>Amigos falsos são como sombras, vivem perto de você nos momentos brilhantes, mais na hora da escuridão todos somem. Demi Lovato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk685waMvr1qf45n4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Amigos falsos são como sombras, vivem perto de você nos momentos brilhantes, mais na hora da escuridão todos somem. Demi Lovato" border="0" id="pic" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk685waMvr1qf45n4o1_500.jpg" style="border: 0px solid rgb(238, 238, 238);" width="500px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu vou me acumulando, me acumulando, me acumulando. Até que não caibo em mim e estouro em palavras. 

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