Liv Junqueira
@junqueiraliv.bsky.social
Raising a child on the autism spectrum - level 3
Writes in English/Portuguese
❤️Volleyball
📸 and literature
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Writes in English/Portuguese
❤️Volleyball
📸 and literature
Profile pic Communication APP
February 16, 2026 at 5:07 PM
" your real life is your own...There is no power on earth that can prevent your criticizing and despising mediocrity-nothing that can stop you retreating into splendor and beauty-into the thoughts and beliefs that make the real life—the real you."
E.M. Forster - Where Angels Fear to Tread
E.M. Forster - Where Angels Fear to Tread
February 16, 2026 at 12:17 PM
" your real life is your own...There is no power on earth that can prevent your criticizing and despising mediocrity-nothing that can stop you retreating into splendor and beauty-into the thoughts and beliefs that make the real life—the real you."
E.M. Forster - Where Angels Fear to Tread
E.M. Forster - Where Angels Fear to Tread
February 15, 2026 at 4:24 PM
"Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#ImageAndVerse
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#ImageAndVerse
February 15, 2026 at 1:29 PM
"Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#ImageAndVerse
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
#ImageAndVerse
"She tried to find the place in her heart where her life was anchored, but she couldn't, so she closed her eyes and pressed the palms of her hands against the earth, making sure it was there."
Pam Munoz Ryan - Esperanza Rising
Pam Munoz Ryan - Esperanza Rising
February 14, 2026 at 4:55 PM
"She tried to find the place in her heart where her life was anchored, but she couldn't, so she closed her eyes and pressed the palms of her hands against the earth, making sure it was there."
Pam Munoz Ryan - Esperanza Rising
Pam Munoz Ryan - Esperanza Rising
February 14, 2026 at 11:46 AM
February 14, 2026 at 9:39 AM
February 13, 2026 at 7:52 PM
February 13, 2026 at 11:59 AM
Weather and health permitting, go outside, look around, take some pictures, enjoy the little moments...have you been looking up at the sky? 🩵💙🩵💙🩵
February 12, 2026 at 6:31 PM
Weather and health permitting, go outside, look around, take some pictures, enjoy the little moments...have you been looking up at the sky? 🩵💙🩵💙🩵
"Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?”
Kathryn Stockett - The Help
Kathryn Stockett - The Help
February 12, 2026 at 3:18 PM
"Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision. You gone have to ask yourself, "Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?”
Kathryn Stockett - The Help
Kathryn Stockett - The Help
February 12, 2026 at 11:16 AM
"He let himself be open and vulnerable, let himself be comforted. Even while terminally ill, Paul was fully alive; despite physical collapse, he remained vigorous, open, full of hope not for an unlikely cure but for days that were full of purpose and meaning.”
Paul Kalanithi-When Breath Becomes Air
Paul Kalanithi-When Breath Becomes Air
February 11, 2026 at 8:03 PM
"He let himself be open and vulnerable, let himself be comforted. Even while terminally ill, Paul was fully alive; despite physical collapse, he remained vigorous, open, full of hope not for an unlikely cure but for days that were full of purpose and meaning.”
Paul Kalanithi-When Breath Becomes Air
Paul Kalanithi-When Breath Becomes Air
February 11, 2026 at 1:16 PM
" I don't have any special talents, just an ordinary desire to live like a human being."
Mikhail Bulgakov - The Master and Margarita
Mikhail Bulgakov - The Master and Margarita
February 11, 2026 at 12:16 PM
" I don't have any special talents, just an ordinary desire to live like a human being."
Mikhail Bulgakov - The Master and Margarita
Mikhail Bulgakov - The Master and Margarita
Drying under strong heat...still beautiful!...but, beware, this shrubbery is poisonous to humans (there will be flowers and fruits in time).
Nature...😉💚
Nature...😉💚
February 10, 2026 at 6:02 PM
Drying under strong heat...still beautiful!...but, beware, this shrubbery is poisonous to humans (there will be flowers and fruits in time).
Nature...😉💚
Nature...😉💚
February 10, 2026 at 12:00 PM
"For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying - what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must simply say what one felt."
Virginia Woolf - Mrs. Dalloway
Virginia Woolf - Mrs. Dalloway
February 9, 2026 at 8:00 PM
"For she had come to feel that it was the only thing worth saying - what one felt. Cleverness was silly. One must simply say what one felt."
Virginia Woolf - Mrs. Dalloway
Virginia Woolf - Mrs. Dalloway
Food for thought:
February 9, 2026 at 11:06 AM
Food for thought:
February 9, 2026 at 10:11 AM
The Lesson by Maya Angelou
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in...
#ImageAndVerse
Full text in Alt
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in...
#ImageAndVerse
Full text in Alt
February 8, 2026 at 1:39 PM
The Lesson by Maya Angelou
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in...
#ImageAndVerse
Full text in Alt
I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in...
#ImageAndVerse
Full text in Alt
