RED, WHITE & ROYAL BLUE | Alex & Henry + Hands

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWhen you know, you know ...

and if we're friends that's just fine- yeah, it happens all the time and I know neither of you are mine so tell me why you told me to choke you ?

amado

seus braços são maré que me nina, me leva, me deixa. te relembro ao sentir a brisa distante, os sons do ambiente e o sol suave. queria que ficasse um pouco mais, que fôssemos algo que não um eclipse tão raro. na fantasia do meu amor ‘cê mora na minha janela, cantando pequenas canções que acalmam minha tormenta e me mostram novas saídas pros medos que eu ainda nem conheço. calmaria.

[fico desejando nós, gastando o mar pôr-do-sol, postal, mais ninguém]

seja qual for o motivo dos nosso encontros astrais tão marcantes, quaisquer que sejam as órbitas e leis astronômicas que você obedece, o tempo passa rápido demais quando nossas peles brilhantes se tocam. me permita demorar no meu repouso. me deixe esquecer que tudo acaba, que pode ser que o amanhã não venha comigo tocando seu existir com a ponta dos dedos.

[estou entregue a ponto de estar sempre só esperando um sim ou nunca mais]

te espero cruzar o céu, o mar, as nuvens, e pousar com carinho no lado vazio da cama que arrumei em sua homenagem. talvez nem venha a ser meu um dia, como agora não é, porém desde que seus olhos se demorem sobre os meus e nossa música toque uma vez mais, seremos o evento mais bonito de assistir no firmamento. universais.

[quero dançar com você dançar com você]

I am my mother's daughter when I clean because I'm depressed, and cry when over stimulated. I skip meals and tell everyone I "forgot". I feel my chest heavy with anxiety. I do not ask to be medicated. I am the strong one. The pillar. And I read a book that reminds me of her, but also of me. I hold no sympathy for her, only anger. I did not ask what made her react this why, only why that was her only reaction. I identify her trauma responses, but can't find the solution to my own. I understand her, but hate the traits she has given me. And intergenerational trauma is real, so if I was in my mother when she was in her mother, and my daughter was in my mother when I was in her, then what is a clean slait for any of us? when they say, we become more like our mothers the older we get, do we inherit their ability to bow, and bend, and break but never make a sound? But if I am my mother's trauma, do I scream uncontrollably because my life isn't in my palms? I swore to never be the woman that takes a man's fist, but my own fist is in my mouth as I look into the mirror and ache to shatter it. Am I my mother's trauma when I forgive a man for treating me like I am invaluable? Am I my mother's daughter when I half-jokingly prepare to give up on my dreams, just to be half-heartedly loved? And I pride myself in knowing that I can tell when someone is manipulating me, but then just as shamelessly ask to be manipulated; to be told that I am loved even if it is a lie. Where is the sense in being senseless in the name of love? Am I my mother's daughter when I overshare to a stranger because no one I love, loves me back enough to listen? And if I am a vessel of trauma, what will my daughter be? Am I my mother's trauma when I yearn to be with someone that does not even respect me? And if this is all my mother's, then am I my father's daughter when I look at my mother in detest over the destiny that she has handed over to me?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖚𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘: 𝖑𝖎𝖛𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖗 - august - october 1983

sirius black - lead vocalist, james 'prongs' potter - lead guitarist, remus lupin - bassist, marlene mckinnon - keyboard & backup vocalist, zara pankhurst - replacing peter pettigrew on drums

rita skeeter, journalist for rolling stone: the setlist contains never before heard bonus tracks from their first album 'pirate eyes', and debuts of electrifying new singles from their third, 'white roses for my baby'. black's haunting vocals and remus lupin's dark & mysterious signature style are at the forefront of this tell-all tour, an electric & harmonious blend of styles... whilst dynamite new edition pankhurst makes sure to put on a show.

© photos credited to rita skeeter of 'rolling stone', from the up close and personal edition, 1983

Autumn. Twilight. Fire lit. Restless. Solitary. She sits. She goes to window. She stands. She sits. Twilight. She thinks. She writes. She sighs. Twilight. Solitary.

James Joyce, from Solitary Hotel in “The Complete Works”

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I'm in love

“Querida. Veio-me hoje uma vontade enorme de te amar. E então pensei: vou-te escrever. Mas não te quero amar no tempo em que te lembro. Quero-te amar antes, muito antes. É quando o que é grande acontece. E não me digas diz lá porquê. Não sei. O que é grande acontece no eterno e o amor é assim, devias saber. Ama-se como se tem uma iluminação, deves ter ouvido. Ou se bate forte com a cabeça. Pelo menos comigo foi assim. Ou como quando se dá uma conjugação de astros no infinito, deve vir nos livros.“ 

- Vergílio Ferreira, Em Nome da Terra

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