you son of a motherless goat

Absolutely perfect: the 100 greatest movies insults of all times. 10 minutes filled with pure verbal abuse. What else could a girl ask for?

"What you just said is one of the most insanely idiotic thing I've ever heard. Everyone in this room is now dumber for having listened to it. May God have mercy on your soul."

"It's an inanimate f**king object. / YOU'RE AN INANIMATE F**KING OBJECT!"

"For me you're somewhere between a cockroach and that white stuff that accumulates on the corner of your mouth when you're really thirsty."

they've been on repeat

Davi Moraes - É D'Oxum


Phoenix - Lisztomania


The Bird And The Bee - I Can't Go For That (Hall & Oates cover)


Cults - Go Outside



Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition

moshpits

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Love the Mosh Pits series of paintings by Dan Witz.

Catarina e o amor

Esta é uma história real. Catarina é filha de uma amiga nossa e tinha 4 ou 5 anos quando se apaixonou pela primeira vez. O escolhido foi um coleguinha do clube, e ela passou a querer se vestir melhor para as aulas de natação, desfilando todo o seu charme quando o garotinho, três anos mais velho, estava por perto. Um dia, Catarina quis levar para seu eleito um presente, e escolheu aquilo que para ela era a prova inegável de amor: um Danoninho. Saiu sorridente, levando nas mãos a apetitosa declaração para o amado. O menino, ainda pouco ciente das sutilezas da sedução e pensando mais com o estômago do que com o coração, recusou o presente sem meias palavras: “Não quero”.
Desiludida e em prantos, Catarina voltou para perto da mãe com o veredicto sobre o ocorrido, que comunicou entre soluços:
– Mamãe, ele não sabe que quer o meu Danoninho!
A história de Catarina nos disse muito sobre o amor.
A mãe dela nos contou isso em uma mesa de bar, sorrindo e sentenciando pras amigas: “Coitada, tão nova e já tão iludida”.
Mas quantas vezes a gente não faz exatamente o mesmo que essa garotinha, preferindo acreditar que o outro não sabe ainda que quer o nosso Danoninho, o nosso telefonema, a nossa companhia, o nosso amor?
Ah, Catarina. Ah, Catarinas todas, essas almas apaixonadas transbordando de vontade de trocar. Às vezes correspondidas, às vezes não. Continuem tentando.
E um feliz Dia dos Namorados para quem encontrou quem queira receber o amor que você tem para dar.

das "Motherns" Juliana Sampaio e Laura Guimarães [roubado da Dri]

on how ducks can teach you a lesson; or on what I should have but did not learn from that duck

I once lived in an apartment building in Indianapolis with a really cute lake view. Everything was absolutely great, except for the fact that a huge duck used to hang around the front entrance. HUGE, with a big tongue and everything. I mean, did you even know ducks have tongues? That just goes to show you how big that thing was. SCARY. That was the kind of duck that starts planning the chase of death once it sees you coming two miles away.

I remember planning my day around that duck's schedule, always making sure I didn't come home with bags of groceries late afternoon, because that was usually when he was standing right by the front door, as you can see from the scheme above. Leaving that building involved a whole exit strategy. I have once cried because of the duck. I lived in that building for 2 long years, timing my life around that bird.

All of a sudden I find myself in a somewhat similar situation.

Except now it's not a duck.

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soul food

...A mulher tem uma coisa dentro de si, algo grosseiro, primário, estupidamente natural. Algo que é como uma voz. Algo que fica entre o hipotálamo e o cu. Uma voz que diz: esse sim, minha filha. Pode abrir as pernas. Esse não. Por mais pirotecnias financeiras ou existencialistas que um homem faça, quem decide a umidade de uma fêmea é essa voz. E o cacete da voz, dizia, apesar das súplicas da periquita depilada de Sabrina: esse, minha filha, não. Esse nem fodendo.

"Alguma coisa", da Tati Bernardi. [link]

linen + encyclopedia-ish

I've always loved mood boards. They're such a fantastic way to translate visually a combination of aesthetic ideas that you would never be able to explain through words. I just put this one together and like how it turned out. The lovely pencil drawing is by Alicia Lynn.

I was reading old posts from this blog, as I sometimes do, just to remind myself how life changes fast. Then I found this post I wrote about 3 years ago, which also reminded me of how I've become such a professional at forcing myself to get over people and things:

...It's about people who come to your life for a certain period of time but they don't come to stay. And that doesn't mean you shouldn't give them your best, that you shouldn't jump in head first, that you shouldn't hold on to those memories as much as you can. You love them, you build stories together, things go wrong and you see your castles fall. Then you learn to love better, and build stronger castles that will more than likely fall again, and you keep moving on until you have a long list of places that are hard to revisit because all you can think of was how happy you once were there. How much you wish you could put that feeling in a bottle and take it with you wherever you go.

Then one day you bump into that person that at one point meant the world to you, and now he's almost a stranger, and it just so happens that the person you were back then is also long gone.

It might sound sad, but seriously, isn't that a nicer perspective?

It's easier to deal with things that way.

You love, you live it as hard as you can, and you move on.

And it's not the end.

been in love with this for as long as i can remember

“Olha, eu sei que o barco tá furado e sei que você também sabe, mas queria te dizer pra não parar de remar, porque te ver remando me dá vontade de não querer parar também.Tá me entendendo? Eu sei que sim.”

- Caio Fernando Abreu

(Dri, esse sim é autobiográfico.)

to me, she's the definition of cool

"I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was hurricane."

- Looking for Alaska, by John Green

look what i got!

She's brazilian. She lives in London. I've never seen her, but I adore her already. Check out the post on her blog to my sister, Dri.



Marina – que coisa linda. Muito, muito obrigada.

i am the switzerland of relationships

"...Switzerland. It's very neutral there and they make very nice watches."

literally live paiting

(Self Portrait)

Amazing work by Alexa Meade, using the human body as her canvas.

there she goes

Just the other day I brushed her hair, left it kinda wavy to the side and styled it with some pomade. She hated it, and kept looking at herself in a little mirror I gave to her a million years ago and that she carried with her everywhere.

As soon as I left the room, she combed her hair the way she always used to, real neatly all to way to the back of her head.

When I went back to confirm what I was absolutely sure she would do she said "I swear I didn't touch it. It's just... THE WIND WAS BLOWING AND MESSED IT ALL UP. I swear I like it!"

I'm gonna miss her. Not quite sure how to exist in a world where she's not part of.

i could listen to her forever

One of my absolute favorites.

kitty, daisy and lewis