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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]

—mothers

ijeoma umebinyuo // hyatt moore // class of 2013 by mitski // i, tonya (2017) // ? // gustav klimt // ? // lady bird (2017) // i remain in darkness by annie ernaux

rip regulus black, you would have loved "reputation" and "midnights"

—Friedrich Nietzsche.

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”

when lorde said "i am my mother's child, i'll love you 'til my breathing stops" and when mitski said "mom, would you wash my back this once, and then we can forget" and when lucy dacus said "my mother hates her body, we share the same outline, she swears that she loves mine" and when lauren stokes said "the floor soaks up my screams as i am left alone, and i'm trying my best to break through to you” and when phoebe bridgers said “i wanted to see the world through your eyes until it happened and then i changed my mind" and when lucy eaton said “my mother has moved away, she never liked that town, i am so afraid that having children held her down” and when leanna firestone said “i don’t wanna be my mom’s least favorite only child anymore”

at 10am today someone in the neighborhood was blasting axé music full volume, so i stick my head outside my window trying to understand what's going on outside, just to find a single mechanic from the nearby workshop dancing beside his car's audio system like he was on a micareta. alone, on a sunday morning. and that's when it hit me: it's february.

when carnaval approaches, nothing will be said - but there will be signs.

ღ Usagi Tsukino & Rei Hino in 90′s Sailor Moon ღ

Charlie Dalton (the sun)

[maybe someone might disagree with me but that's something I think about charlie]

charlie was like an older brother to the dead poets, he always tried to hide his pain, he had to be strong for them, especially neil and todd (they never asked, but he felt like that. he was trying to protect and help them).

neil struggled every day between his father’s pressures and his true passion, acting.

todd lived in his brother’s shadow and had high expectations behind his back.

the poets thought charlie was the sun, they had seen him cry such little times that they struggled to remember them.

just as the sun, comes the time to set.

the night comes and there is only darkness, the room is silent.

charlie sometimes sobbed wrapped up tight under covers. he was tired of thinking about the life that he was supposed to have, tired of his parents who didn't consider him.

some of those nights were louder, cameron heard him crying, but he said nothing, knowing he wasn’t the person charlie needed.

in the morning charlie's light was shining again, just like the sun rising after a stormy night.

this is how a new day began.