vá, uma chuvinha a sério se faz favor.
(vou dormir e esperar acordar com uma boa chuvada)



Imagem: ILiveInOctober (também eu)

a versão novinha.



Who do you love, Museum of Bellas Artes

alguém devia ter avisado a menina para baixar o bracito. não me consigo concentrar na música.

Who do you love, The Sapphires

watch out boys, big girls are watching your moves

da ciência

Guys, want to impress ladies on the dance floor? Keep your head and torso moving, and don't flail your arms and legs.

in Science

nota importantíssima: há vídeos com avatares no site da science. vá meninos que não dançam em modo, ide lá aprender, ide.



(bem me parecia que havia um motivo para eu ter encontrado um bom dançarino. a ciência explica tudo, vês?)

das manices
(não te esqueças de me vir visitar ao quarto de vez em quando <3)





You are my sister, we were born
so innocent, so full of need
there were times we were friends but times I was so cruel
each night I'd ask for you to watch me as I sleep
I was so afraid of the night
you seemed to move through the places that I feared
you lived inside my world so softly
protected only by the kindness of your nature
you are my sister
and I love you
may all of your dreams come true
we felt so differently then
so similar over the years
the way we laugh the way we experience pain
so many memories
but theres nothing left to gain from remembering
faces and worlds that no one else will ever know
you are my sister
and I love you
may all of your dreams come true
I want this for you
they're gonna come true, gonna come true

You are my sister, Antony and the Johnsons

nem mais senhor Gilbert. eu costumo seguir o mesmo caminho.
(ás vezes não corre bem, mas eu sou teimosa)

I started doing it because nobody believed me.

Tom Gilbert, Nature



Imagem: pony tail

adeus, adeus.

e mais, eu não resisto.
os polvinhos são coisa mais melhor boa, ó ó aqui: TREAT AND COMPANY

ó pá, coisa mais linda, queriducha.
devia haver uns papéis com sementes de Arabidopsis. mais, a Salk devia enviar as sementes dos mutantes assim, e depois, pimbas, era só enterrar o papelinho, et voilá.

daqui: Beast Pieces

somos tão pequenininhos -inhos -inhos.

when i grow up

when i grow up, i want to be a forester
run through the moss on high heels
that’s what i’ll do, throwing out boomerang
waiting for it to come back to me

when I grow up, i want to live near the sea
crab claws and bottles of rum
that’s what i’ll have staring at the seashell
waiting for it to embrace me

i put my soul in what i do
last night i drew a funny man
with dark eyes and a hanging tongue
it goes way bad, i never liked a sad look
from someone who wants to be loved by you

i’m very good with plants
when my friends are away
they let me keep the soil moist
on the seventh day i rest
for a minute or two
then back on my feet and cry for you

you’ve got cucumbers on your eyes
too much time spent on nothing
waiting for a moment to arise
the face in the ceiling and arms too long
i wait for him to catch me

waiting for you to embrace me

When I grow up, Fever Ray
Iamgem: Peter Stray

arte & ciência



Imagem: sandySTC

nhac.

das coisas boas de sábado à tarde:
(ouvir o louis garrel dizer estas coisas)



La belle personne, Christophe Honoré (2008)

nunca conhecemos bem as pessoas, de facto. mesmo aquelas que amamos.







La belle personne, Christophe Honoré (2008)

love is a great beautifier




Intro, The XX

Louisa May Alcott, Little Women
Imagem: Peyton Weikert

do descanso-sem-mar, mas com miminhos bons.



Imagem: pauuwithw

vês mana, há quem sofra destas malades:

Until you walk, run, fight a mile in her shoes
Don't you dare stand in front of me and tell me
What a woman must do
She must
Swing from chandeliers for undeserving spouses and paramours
Who deny her suffrage by day, but crave and praise her womanly wiles by night
Good enough to fuck but, not good enough to vote
She must
Go from the beauty of Africa, to the horrors of massa
Go from titties dangling bare and shameless
To being branded, licentious, temptress, embarrassed
Go from land of yams and heat hot
To land of cash crops and sellers block
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Go… from God names, to no name, to his names
Now Black
Now inhuman
Freedom stolen, family stolen, now beholden… but still golden
Field hollerin'… and Ain't I A Woman
Ain't I A Woman
I can see her, me
Washing dishes, clothes, and children
Making love, money, dinner, and beds
Always the first one off a sinking ship
But last in the line to receive respect
What
What a
What a woman
What a woman must
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
What a woman must do
Must do
Must do, must do, must do, must do, must do…
She must
Wipe away tears and reclaim strength
After rape, abortion, lover's betrayal, child's birth, child's death,
husband's abuse
Tricking to buy baby shoes
She must
Be called a muse
Which is just a synonym for use
Put upon pedestals
Dainty and protected
And because of that disrespected
Victorianized
Made a paradox of famous anonymity
Left to go insane with too much femininity
Staring at yellow wallpaper
Her heart
Open
Her legs
Open
Warm and welcoming
Waiting… for phone calls that never come
Waiting… for words of appreciation that never come
Waiting… for equal pay that never comes
Waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Waiting for love
Waiting for acknowledgment not judgment
Waiting
And when seeking or achieving any kind of power
Reduced to labels like…
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke
Concubine. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Stunt. Witch. Dyke

What a woman must do

She must
Never settle for less based upon her womaness
Embrace the pronoun and power of SHE
Know if nothing else that her uniqueness is blessed
And a necessary component in the union between universe and people

Equal to man
At times above human understanding
She don't have to lay down for nothing or nobody
Her body in and out a wonder
The wonder of she
The wonder of she


What a woman must do, Ursula Rucker

i wish i was the souvenir you kept your house key on. i wish i was the pedal break that you depended on.

Wishlist, Pearl Jam (Yield, 1998)
Imagem: parachutgirl