#texte com sol

[dinshobiel]

Sou um quebra cabeça de várias peças diferentes mas se você conhecer todas as peça vai ver uma linda história que tenho para contar, só preciso saber confiar em você antes de abaixar minha guarda, tanta coisa que passei preciso aprender ainda confiar, eu não quero que você saiba de tudo ainda tenho medo mas sei que você vai saber tudo, sim você vai e não vou me arrepender em nada, se o sol se recusar a nascer eu estarei lá para te acordar eu estarei lá para te aquecer, se a lua se recusar a nascer eu estarei lá para te fazer brilhar eu estarei lá pra brilhar pra você, estarei lá, estarei lá, estarei lá, estarei lá para você, estarei lá por você.

[mafleur]

em um recanto sereno, onde a brisa sussurra segredos antigos, encontra—se a @𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖼𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾 da vida, um jardim encantado de cores e aromas. ali, floresce a rosa, altiva e graciosa, guardiã de mistérios e paixões. ao seu lado, o @𝗁𝗂𝖻𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗎𝗈 abre suas pétalas, revelando um esplendor fugaz que encanta os olhares atentos. nas manhãs de primavera, quando o sol beija as folhas com ternura, surge a @𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗀𝖺𝗌, tímida e @𝖾𝗇𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖺, uma pequena joia de delicadeza e pureza. seus tons suaves são uma sinfonia silenciosa, ecoando no coração de quem a observa. entre as plantas, um @𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗈 solitário traça @𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗌 no papel, cada letra uma dança, cada palavra uma profecia. com mãos habilidosas, ele @𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖿𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗓𝖾𝗋 amores e esperanças, inscrevendo nas linhas finas a essência do que é eterno e efêmero. assim, no ritmo calmo da natureza @𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖿𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗌, as flores e as palavras se entrelaçam, tecendo uma narrativa que transcende o tempo. em cada @𝗋𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖿𝗍𝗂𝖾, um verso; em cada hibisco, uma @𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖿𝗂𝖾; e na floricultura dos sonhos, um poema vivo que respira e floresce eternamente.

p.s───诗人♥︎.

trecho de “flores”, escrita por @mafleur e enviada em carta para o seu amor. ❛❛ tudo no texto que está em negrito é user. ─── everything in the text that is in bold is user. ❜❜

[notscorb]

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY TUMBLE DRYER!!!!

some poly pd for the soul…

alt ver. with no text:

anyways check out solknives on twitter dot com for more epic vyncent sol roleplay and also epic art o7

[useless-catalanfacts]

La Santa Espina is the most well-known sardana (Catalan genre of music). It was composed in 1907 by Enric Morera with lyrics by Àngel Guimerà as part of a musical theatre play. After its premiere, the song quickly became an anthem for Catalan people. For this reason, it was banned during the dictatorships of Primo de Rivera (1923-1930) and Francisco Franco (1936-1975) as part of their ban on Catalan culture and language. Its verses “we are and we will be Catalan people / whether they like it or not” are one of the most famous mottos of Catalan resistance.

Because of its significance, this song has been sang by many singers and bands, not just ones that play sardana.

These are the lyrics in Catalan and translated to English:

Déu va passar-hi en primavera, i tot cantava al seu pas. Canta la terra encara entera, i canta que cantaràs.

God passed through during springtime and everything sang when he walked by. The whole land is still singing, and keeps singing and singing.

Canta l'ocell, lo riu, les plantes, canten la lluna i el sol. I tot treballant la dona canta, i canta al peu del bressol.

The birds, the rivers, and the plants sing, the moon and the sun sing. And while she works, the woman sings and she sings at the cradle's foot.

Som i serem gent catalana, tant si es vol com si no es vol. Que no hi ha terra més ufana sota la capa del sol.

We are and we will be Catalan people, whether they want it or not. For there isn’t a more boastful land under the sun.

(Repeat)

[fruitytrollroll]

Nine Sols' narrative themes inform every gameplay element btw. if u even care.

saw someone call Nine Sols' gift sysrem for Shuanshuan "too dialogue-heavy" and "pointless" and I went temporarily insane

if the quest moments with Shuanshuan feel "pointless", it's because they are meant to be their own reward and you did them out of obligation!!! why!!! nobody was holding you at gunpoint to MAKE you raise this beautiful precious forgiving baby boy who loves you and nursed you back to health—but like a deadbeat dad on a custody visit just to be compliant with a court order, you spent time with him anyway and you resented him for it. WHAT!!!

also can NOT overstate how the games' themes of revenge and redemption tie into these scenes. they are not by ANY MEANS pointless!!! the way Yi goes out of his way to preserve his culture, by sharing it with the APEMAN he's raising, speaks VOLUMES about Yi's character growth in the 2 years since he and Shuanshuan began living together.

I was personally endeared by Shuanshuan immediately, and was delighted I had gifts to give him—AND that they each had bespoke cutscenes that revealed lore information about Solarian culture, and background information about Yi and Shuanshuan'a lives together?? do you guys know how rare and special it feels to have a gift system that WORKS like this??? SO many games give you garbage trinkets to throw at your companions for a quantifiable affection boost, so I cannot overstate how deeply impressive and heartfelt and dedicated to their story Red Candle Games clearly was to have put in the time and effort to make their gift mechanic so deeply character-driven, with custom animations and environmental changes for every skill you teach Shuanshuan. 🥺🧸✨️

if you don't like social sim elements in games, or the characters didn't succeed in endearing themselves to you, that's fine. They're not for everyone—but I suspect my experience was the intended one! you're supposed to like and care about these characters enough to bring them the gifts you find on your travels of your own volition!!

if you DON'T care about the characters, you can skip their scenes, and the game respects your time by LETTING you do that, AND by giving you an ending that is less involved in the characters' lives. but if you resent these scenes because "ugh i HAVE to do this to get the TRUE ending 🙄" then idk!! I think you are playing the game wrong!!

I think RCG gave players an opportunity to not care, and a perfectly satisfying ending despite it all (THE BETTER ENDING AND LESS EMOTIONALLY DEVASTATING ENDING, IN MY OPINION, BECAUSE RCG IS SO MEAN TO ME 😭), and if you passed that up for completionism's sake... IDK!!

I genuinely think achievments have poisoned too many games that don't benefit from them! Gone are the olden days of playing your big sister's SNES games blind—no online guides, no guardrails, just getting lost and wandering around the overworld, just playing by vibes alone and if you get stuck u just have to take a break and come back later instead of looking up a guide online because there wasn't even a GameFAQs page for it yet—but on GOD we need to get back there. Play games blind. Don't look up guides. JUST ENJOY IT, JUST ENGAGE WITH THE MEDIA, WE DON'T NEED INSTRUCTIONS I PROMISE, YOUR INNOCENT NASCENT FUMBLING IS ENOUGH, YOU CAN PLAY THE GAME AND HAVE FUN WITHOUT SOME CHODE ON "HARDCOREGAMER" DOT COM GIVING YOU A DISRESPECTFULLY SPOILERIFIC BREAKDOWN OF A PATH OR BOSS FIGHT OR ITEM LOCATION THAT ROBS YOU OF THAT JOY OF DISCOVERY!!

anyway. yes, if you forced yourself to sit through the dialogue of character-driven scenes for characters you didn't even like or feel compelled by, just to get the "True" end, then I imagine it would feel "pointless" and like "too much text". But failing to catch your interest is not a failure of the game's storytelling if you only disliked it because you were forcing yourself to do it for the achievment, just to get an ending that wasn't made with your play style in mind!!!

"it doesn't even affect the game's ending :/" *LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER*!!! ALL the sidequests have the CUMULATIVE effect of changing the ending! this is because Yi is a ruthless, analytical scientist deposed from his seat of political power in New Kunlun on a quest for revenge—yet he spent precious time doing a bunch of "pointless" sidequests for his friends he's come to care about, which allowed the villain's brewing plot the precious time it needed to come further to fruition. Yi is on a REVENGE quest, and it is the very act of saving Shuanshuan (thus alerting the island's security systems to Yi's presence) that puts a timeline on that revenge. He exposed himself for someone he cared about, putting his revenge in jeopaedy—and he postponed that revenge still further to make amends to the apemen he once thought so little of as to be complicit in their heinous exploitation!!! YI IS GROWING HE'S CHANGING, SHUANSHUAN CHANGED HIS HEART, AND IT'S ONLY IN THE TRUE ENDING YI CAN COMPLETE HIS CHARACTER ARC BY REALIZING HE FUCKED UP AND ACTUALLY REPENT (EVEN IF I HATE IT BECAUSE IT'S THE SADDEST ENDING, FUCK YOU RED CANDLE GAMES 😭)

also combat is focused around the parry because this game's primary thematic underpinning is giving proof to the age-old adage "fuck around and find out" (it's revenge it's about reVENGE IT'S ALL ABOUT FORGIVENESS AND CHANGE AND REVENGE)

[cursedtouch]

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era uma vez… uma pessoa comum, de um lugar sem graça nenhuma! há, sim, estou falando de você saoirse quinn. você veio de dublin, irlanda e costumava ser poetisa/escritora por lá antes de ser enviado para o mundo das histórias. se eu fosse você, teria vergonha de contar isso por aí, porque enquanto você estava  autografando livros, tem gente aqui que estava salvando princesas das garras malignas de uma bruxa má! tem gente aqui que estava montando em dragões. tá vendo só? você pode até ser divertida, mas você não deixa de ser uma baita de uma arrogante… se, infelizmente, você tiver que ficar por aqui para estragar tudo, e acabar assumindo mesmo o papel de garota do toque amaldiçoado na história hansel e gretel… bom, eu desejo boa sorte. porque você vai precisar!

basics.

nome completo: saoirse wellis quinn

apelido: sasa

ocupação: bibliotecária auxiliar, na biblioteca principal

data de nascimento e zodíaco: 13 de outubro (sol em libra, lua em escorpião e ascendente em peixes)

gênero e orientação sexual: cisgênero feminino e pansexual

skeleton

traits.

traços positivos: divertida, destemida, leal, aventureira, racional, prudente e leal

traços negativos: arrogante, teimosa, impetuosa, impaciente, egoísta, reservada e desconfiada

hobbies: ioga, cerâmica, bordado, escrita criativa, restauração de livros, clube do livro

vícios:

aesthetics: feeling homesick while home, late night drives alone, unread text messages, confidence that could kill, driving fast, needing everything to be perfect, saving everyone but yourself, quiet music, smell before the rain, reading in the bathtub, working on your novel, always learning something new, organizing your bookshelf, inspired, 3am writing

physical.

cor e estilo do cabelo: saoirse tem um longo cabelo preto liso, que chega na metade de suas costas. quase sempre vai estar trançado ou preso em um rabo de cavalo, pela praticidade.

cor dos olhos: azuis

altura e peso: 168cm e 68kg

cicatrizes ou marcas de nascença: não possuí

tatuagens: não possuí

piercings: não possuí

biography.

saorise não pode dizer que teve uma vida difícil, na verdade, toda sua vida estava programa antes mesmo que ela pudesse tomar alguma escolha. por ser filha de um casal de advogados, esperava que ela fosse advogada e seguisse os passos de seus pais. mas não foi bem ainda… ainda pequena começou a desenvolver um gosto por literatura, dos gêneros mais variados. os pais sempre a alertaram que aquilo deveria ser apenas um hobby, passatempo enquanto ela se preparava para o que de fato era importante. a ironia do destino aplaca todo tipo de escritor, não é mesmo? mesmo antes de decidir que o direito não era seu destino, ela sentia que algo a chamava, que estava no caminho errado. foi apenas no ensino médio que decidiu desapontar os pais e seguir o caminho das letras. entrou na faculdade de literatura e linguística, onde se apaixonou ainda mais. os anos seguintes foram cheios de novas descobertas e gostos, com saoirse começando o gosto também por poemas. antes de sair da faculdade, já tinha alguns livros publicados e alguns milhares de exemplares vendidos. por ter crescido em uma cidade como dublin, acostumou-se a receber ensaios e manuscritos de outras pessoas, por isso sequer achou estranho quando um livro parou em sua porta, redirecionando para ela. era algo que nunca havia visto ou se assemelhava a qualquer conto que conhecia. consumida pela curiosidade, acabou por cair dentro da terra das histórias mágicas, com uma nova vida para seguir.

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

I think an English degree is maybe the worst possible thing you could spend that much money to get. You spend 4 or 5 years being told by everyone around you that you're stupid as hell, your field is dying, and has very little respect, all while reading and picking apart and analyzing some of the most dense texts while your professor is either yada yadaing through the material they've done for over 2 decades with all the charisma of a herring that's drying out on the fishmarket stall or are literally only reachable through email. By the end of your course of study you are reading a book so insufferable and pretentious you want to hunt the author down and beat them with hammers, and you are on your own to understand it because it's an online class and you are never going to see the professor as long as you live. The professor could be a bot for all you know. You write a somehow "astounding" analysis of this pretentious book according to Professor @university domain dot com because you managed to parse out a thinly veiled "Minotaur in the labyrinth" metaphor from this steaming pile of migraine-inducing narrative that was maybe the only obvious allegory in the whole damn novel, and walk away so jaded by the last 4 years that you think "You know what? Maybe some of this IS obvious and that's why people don't see value in it. If you read close enough you can see clear parallels between things and what a story is trying to say. Maybe basic analysis is a skill we all just possess as a result of our formative years of education and people find it a silly thing to try and push further" and then you go online feeling like maybe you've justified multiple thousands of dollars of debt at least somewhat and then sit and watch people praise Sol Badguy as a deeply meaningful vehicle for the themes of Guilty Gear as a series while in the same breath say that I-No sucks but "awooga she's hot"

[z4nmaw]

Cemitério da minha terra,

Paredes a branquejar;

Que bom será lá dormir

Um bom sonho sem sonhar!...

De manhã, muito cedinho

Dormir de leve, embalada

P'las canções das raparigas

Que gentis passam na 'strada.

Cantem mais devagarinho,

Mais baixinho, camponesas,

Que os vossos cantos pareçam

Tristes preces, doces rezas...

À noitinha, ao sol posto

Ouvindo as Ave-Marias!

Meu Deus, que suavidade!

Que paz de todos os dias!

Os murmúrios dos cipestres

São doces canções aladas

Serenatas de paixão

Às almas enamoradas!

O luar imaculado

Em noites puras, serenas,

É um rio, que vai fazendo

Florir as açucenas...

Canta triste o rouxinol

Beijam-se lindos uns goivos,

E no fundo duma campa

Dormem felizes uns noivos...

Dum túmulo a outro se fala:

“Por que morreste tão nov

Por que tão cedo vieste

Dormir numa fria cova?”

“Eu era infeliz na terra,

Ninguém me compreendia,

Quando a minh'alma chorava

Todos pensavam que eu ria...”

“E tu tão triste e tão linda,

Com olhos de quem chorou?”

“Eu tive um amor na vida

Que por outra me deixou!”

“E tu?” “Sozinha no mundo

Nunca tive o que outros têm:

Pai, mãe ou um namorado...

Morri por não ter ninguém!...”

Uma diz: “Chorava um filho

Que é uma dor sem piedade”,

Outra diz num vago enleio:

“Eu cá, morri de saudade!”

De todas as campas sai

Um choro que é um mistério

É então que os vivos sentem

As vozes do cemitério...

...Vão-se calando os soluços...

E as pobres mortas de dor

Vão dormindo, acalentando

Uns sonhos brancos d' amor...

Invejo estes doces sonhos

Neste ferreno funéreo.

Ai quem me dera dormir

No meu lindo cemitério!

-Cemitérios by: Florebela Espanca

¡This text is not mine, just reposting!

[marchiveeee]

Idiota - Jão

This is the messiest text ever, made for someone I can't reach out to anymore. I'm sharing it here I don't know why.

-

It was back on March 18th when I met you. I knew it was different from the moment we started that conversation, about nothing and everything at the same time.

We didn't talk for so long after I had to hang up. And not even 10 minutes passed before I came back to you again. You captivated me so much I just had to come back and talk for a little more. And that kept happening one day after another for only a few weeks until I realized how addicted I was to your voice, and to your face, and to your smile, and to yourself.

I knew I was a fool for falling in love so fast. I knew I had to wait more before I told you. And considering myself and how I am, I was so patient. Now that I look back at it, was I really?

But how should I be patient when we shared countless "I love you", numerous compliments, and Infinite "I miss you so much"? A day without talking to you felt so empty. I knew you felt it too, or at least I thought I knew…

I told you I'd fallen for you on May 3rd. In your own way, you told me you'd fallen too. That could have been the happiest day for me, I even told you it didn't feel real, it felt like a dream. You told me it was real right away.

We'd never seen each other in person. But we saw each other's faces, and we listened to each other's voices, and read each other's words every day. That seemed enough for me. The physical contact was the last of my worries at that moment, we had our own type of intimacy and that was enough for me.

Then I told my friends about you. "I might have just gotten into a long-distance relationship". I didn't get much support.

Todo mundo tentou me alertar, eu agradeço (everybody tried to warn me, thanks)

Mas eu já não estava aqui (but I wasn't here anymore)

Me perdi em nós e gostei mais de você (I'd lost myself in us and liked you more)

Do que você gostou de mim (than you liked me)

E tudo certo (and that's okay)

Porque as noites com você são boas (because the nights with you are great)

Talvez você se vá antes que o Sol levante, mas (you might leave before the sun rises, but)

Eu vou te amar como um idiota ama (I'll love you like an idiot loves)

Vou te pendurar num quadro bem do lado da minha cama (I'll hang your framed picture right besides my bed)

Eu espero enquanto você vive (I'll be waiting while you live)

Mas não esquece que a gente existe (but don't forget that we exist)

Vou me preparar pro dia em que você já não me queira (I'll prepare myself for the day you don't want me anymore)

Mas enquanto você não se cansa (but while you don't get sick if it)

Eu vou te amar como um idiota ama (I'll love you like an idiot loves)

I didn't have time to prepare myself. It was sudden. Just the other day we were making plans together. Simple ones. "We should watch this", "we should do that".

And then… you stopped showing. Excuses started popping in. And I didn't want to accept it was over.

It didn't last a week. Why's the heartbreak lasting so much longer?

You told me to take care. I'm trying, but I'm not doing very well, you know?

Anyways… whatever was the reason that made you go away, I hope you're happy with it.

I still love you like an idiot, perhaps because I am one.

[elfinaldelcamino]

3. Cultura Bastarda Americana

3.1. Els somnis del bastard Leonardo dreams of his flying machine

Tormented by visions of flight and falling, More wondrous and terrible each than the last, Master Leonardo imagines an engine To carry a man up into the sun...

And as he's dreaming the heavens call him, "Leonardo. Leonardo, vieni á volare". ("Leonardo. Leonardo, come fly".)

L'uomo colle sua congiegniate e grandi ale, Facciendo forza contro alla resistente aria.

(A man with wings large enough and duly connected Might learn to overcome the resistance of the air.)

II. Leonardo Dreams of his Flying Machine...

As the candles burn low he paces and writes, Releasing purchased pigeons one by one Into the golden Tuscan sunrise...

And as he dreams, again the calling, The very air itself gives voice: "Leonardo. Leonardo, vieni á volare". ("Leonardo. Leonardo, come fly".)

Vicina all'elemento del fuoco...

Scratching quill on crumpled paper,

Rete, canna, filo, carta.

Images of wing and frame and fabric fastened tightly.

...sulla suprema sottile aria.

III. Master Leonardo Da Vinci Dreams of his Flying Machine... As the midnight watchtower tolls, Over rooftop, street and dome, The triumph of a human being ascending In the dreaming of a mortal man.

Leonardo steels himself, Takes one last breath, And leaps...

- poesia de Charles Anthony Silvestri

Aquesta onírica poesia de Charles Anthony Silvestri va ser musicada pel compositor Eric Whitacre (Nevada, 1970). El text, en anglès i italià, ens apropa a l'obsessió de da Vinci sobre la construcció d'una màquina voladora. Com una versió moderna d'Ícar, Leonardo idea un motor meravellós per elevar l'ésser humà envers el Sol. Entre somnis, el Cel el crida "Leonardo. Leonardo vieni à volare". Ell dibuixa, escriu, prototipa ales i màquines voladores fins que, dins la nit, decideix llençar-se al buit...

3.2. Robert Cenedella: Art Bastard

Al documental Art Bastard (2021) en Robert Cenedella (1940) explica la seva pròpia filiació il·legítima alhora que fa un llarg recorregut per la seva vida com a productor cultural des dels anys 60 fins al present.

La seva obra és un reflexe de l'efervescència de Nova York, alhora que sovint ha suscitat polèmica dins i fora els EUA, com per exemple amb la seva obra The Presence of Man (1988) en què presenta un Pare Noel clavat a la creu, destacant la sobrecomercialització d'aquest símbol sagrat per als cristians.

3.3. Arthur Bispo do Rosário

La peculiar vida d'Arthur Bispo do Rosário (Brasil, 1909-1989) el va portar a passar cinquanta anys tancat dins una institució psiquiàtrica de Rio da Janeiro diagnosticat d'esquizofrènia. Important productor d'obres creades amb objectes trobats per designi diví, ha rebut el reconeixement de la comunitat artística internacional a partir de la mostra de la seva obra a la Biennal de Venècia de 1995.

A la imatge veiem en Bispo do Rosário lluïnt una de les seves obres més conegudes: el Manto da Apresentaçao, un mantell que va confeccionar durant dècades mentre estava internat a la Colònia Juliano Moreira, vella manta transformada en vestit majestuós, brodat amb paraules i símbols, que revelen la síntesi de la seva obra. Tal com ell mateix deia:

"Quan hi pugi, el cel s'obrirà i el temps del món tornarà a començar. Hi aniré en aquest vaixell, amb aquesta capa i aquestes miniatures que representen l'existència. Em presentaré".

3.4. Carlos Leppe: Yo soy mi padre

Carlos Leppe (1952-2015) és considerat el màxim exponent de la performance a Xile. A la seva acció corporal Los Zapatos (2000), presentada al Museo Nacional de Bellas Artes de Santiago de Xile, hi arriba en taxi, amb una pissarra penjant del coll amb el missatge "YO SOY MI PADRE", i en un estat físic molt desmillorat, com d'indigent. Al llarg de la performance, molt ben documentada i disponible a YouTube, Leppe llença sobre l'espectador imatges desagradables entorn la pèrdua de la identitat precolombina de la nació xilena, acabant amb una cita de Nicanor Parra "Mis zapatos son dos pequeños ataúdes". Poc després torna sortir del recinte del Museu per muntar-se al taxi, que encara se l'espera a la porta, i deixar l'espectador plantat sense un comiat.

[meera000]

comme des filles

(sandy liang)

on a very cold day last month i got dinner with one of my closest friends. when we were bundling up to go back outside, she laughed and said i looked “very covered.” ngl it took me aback a little! modest fashion does not cross my mind at all— no part of my lifestyle would call for it, nor do i really consider it when getting dressed. for me it’s more like What shapes can i make today? what can i Do with my body? and most importantly how can i Function?

so like maybe my pants are too baggy and my skirts too long. but also that’s just my style. i’ve been doing the baggy/loose bottoms since i started understanding how to dress myself. in tenth grade one of the theater kids in skinny jeans told me my green fatigues were “ridiculous” (no clue where they are now or what they’re doing, but at the time they looked like they had never given any thought to how they dressed). and in freshman year of college i received a text from one of the madewell-wearing girls— i wish i still had a screenshot but it went along the lines of this:

heyyy remember when you started wearing those edgy baggy pants sophomore year and we all judged you for it?* well now i’m scrolling through urban outfitters .com and there are so many baggy mom jeans. you were ahead of the times #fashionicon

*if there is one part i can remember verbatim it’s this question. i did not remember her in particular judging me to my face so that was kind of cray

last month i watched laini ozark’s “things that make you instantly stylish” video and she mentions baggy/unflattering outfits. Hooray i’m stylish!. in all seriousness tho everything she talks about makes sense because the wearer is choosing to wear that thing. it’s all intention. an edgy haircut, a red lip, a pop of color bag, intention. i lean towards baggy clothing out of habit and a pure enjoyment of it. i started doing it to hide my body but i’m not as insecure about my body anymore, and yet it’s stuck. i think it’s fun to look a little cartoonish. i like when people can’t tell what my body looks like because they don’t need to know everything.

BUT then there’s the whole femininity thing. i don’t know how to be a Girl or what that could mean. i’ve felt it FORever. i hang out with groups of girls and i feel odd. and most of that oddness lies in how i dress. it’s not even like i dress outlandish or all that unique at all! i’m basic! but my pants take up more space and that paired with the loudness of my voice makes me want to tear myself to shreds. i saw someone on tiktok ask “where did the women who are beautiful and quiet learn how to do that?” and i’m always wondering the same thing. and it always comes back to desirability. such bullshit but i’m not going to pretend like i don’t feel it. 

at this point in time it feels like girlhood is reduced down to things. not necessarily all the time, but people like to find it in curtain bangs and all those little bows that go on everything (it reminds me of how in cartoons the female characters have eyelashes to indicate that they’re Girls. adding bows to your christmas tree is like adding eyelashes on the female cat from garfield). Girlhood as the internet has decided in 2023 doesn’t come from Feeling but rather from what you have. You need your dyson airwrap and sol de janeiro, among god knows what else.

there’s such a specific way that these cool Girls dress now. i can’t fully describe it but it’s what’s on pinterest and i see these cool girls come into my work all the time. they all know something!!! and they look so cool and they’re not “too covered” or “ridiculous.” I want to be one of them because of course i want to feel like a part of something. but also that’s just not my style. and at the end of the day what this “something” values is reducing themselves down to things to appear more Dainty and Childlike, which is harmful in the long run for obvious reasons. growing up is a privilege. you can’t prevent aging and you shouldn’t prevent growing into the person you are.

that sandy liang ring tht says I’m going to be my own kind of princess— exactly that

[robsonevinicius]

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Alerta: Tenho uma surpresa encantadora para você.

Quer namorar comigo?

Antes do pedido especial, gostaria de compartilhar uma breve história...

Era uma vez, em um universo cheio de estrelas e sorrisos, que os caminhos de Vinícius e Robson se cruzaram.

Cada risada, cada conversa, construindo uma narrativa que transcende o comum.

Juntos, Vinícius e Robson superaram desafios, celebraram conquistas e descobriram um amor que floresce a cada dia.

Hoje, neste capítulo especial, Vinícius quer fazer uma pergunta que mudará as vidas deles para sempre...

1. Robson, você é o meu sol em um dia chuvoso.

2. Se a vida fosse uma pintura, Robson seria as cores mais vibrantes.

3. Ao seu lado, cada momento se transforma em uma cena de filme romântico.

Curiosidades Especiais

- No primeiro encontro, Vinícius e Robson descobriram que têm uma música favorita em comum: "Nossa Canção de Amor".

- A viagem mais inesquecível que fizeram juntos foi para um lugar mágico, onde criaram memórias eternas.

- Robson sempre surpreende Vinícius com suas habilidades culinárias, especialmente com sua receita secreta de panquecas.

Agora a pergunta mais importante: Aceita namorar comigo? Aceitar Recusar

[edisonblog]

Hans Staden: The true story of the wild, naked and fierce man-eaters - 1548-1555

America is a vast land where many tribes of wild men live with many different languages. There are also many bizarre animals. This land has a friendly appearance, as the trees are green all year round, but the types of wood there are not comparable to ours. All men go naked, because in that part of the earth located between the tropics it is never as cold as, among us, on Saint Michael's day (…). Because of the strong sun, the inhabitants of the land have a reddish-brown skin color. They are a proud people, very cunning and always ready to pursue and devour their enemies. America stretches for a few hundred miles, both to the south and north. I have sailed 500 miles along the coast and been in many places, in one part of that land.

The discovery of the New World would give a radically new meaning to the barbarians, strangers to Greek civilization and language. The geography of navigation transposes barbarians into the figure of savages, associated with the enterprise of European conquest and domination. Anthropophagous, incapable, with cruel customs, the indigenous people were doomed to subjection by the colonizer. Visions more or less permeated by the survival of classics such as Ptolemy and renewed readings about the dangers of navigation or the discovery of transoceanic lands led to a series of reports and a somewhat fantastic iconographic production of both the natural environment and the inhabitants of America.

At the same time, the discoveries give rise to a true fury of knowledge about the indigenous people, in all their aspects – housing, customs, language, means of subsistence, among others – and give rise, above all, to a reflection that equally refers to the Europeans themselves, in contrast to the societies they face. Indigenous people were not always seen as outrageous or as deserving of metropolitan politics. The violence of colonization has been criticized since the 16th century, with examples being the work of Bartolomeu de Las Casas on Spanish explorers, as well as the writings of Michel de Montaigne, whose essays reverse the traditional relationship between civilized people and barbarians, stating that Europeans surpassed indigenous people in “all kinds of barbarism”.

In the 18th century, these texts were continually disseminated. Therefore, the image of free and rational inhabitants was constructed, contrasting with the European conquerors, in a clear allusion to the societies of the Old Regime, which were hierarchical, marked by censorship, religious oppression, and economic extortion by a parasitic nobility. The revaluation of so-called savage societies in the 18th century led to the use of new expressions: indigenous people and inhabitants, natives in English-speaking colonies, and even the term “nations”, recognizing complexity and organization in those cultures. But even among those who postulated the principles of equality and freedom, founded on the philosophical and anthropological program of the seventeenth century, the submission of the noble savage to illustrated pedagogy was implicit. In the 19th century, the Enlightenment tradition experienced the romantic ambivalence that introduced the “savage” into epic narratives and novelistic plots or into a scientific discourse that removed it from culture.

#edisonmariotti @edisonblog

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Hans Staden: A verdadeira história dos selvagens, nus e ferozes devoradores de homens - 1548-1555

A América é uma terra vasta onde vivem muitas tribos de homens selvagens com diversas línguas diferentes. Também há muitos animais bizarros. Essa terra tem uma aparência amistosa, visto que as árvores ficam verdes por todo o ano, mas os tipos de madeira que existem lá não são comparáveis com os nossos. Todos os homens andam nus, pois naquela parte da terra situada entre os trópicos nunca faz tanto frio quanto, entre nós, no dia de São Miguel (…). Por causa do sol forte, os habitantes da terra têm uma cor de pele marrom-avermelhada. Trata-se de um povo orgulhoso, muito astuto e sempre pronto a perseguir e devorar seus inimigos. A América estende-se por algumas centenas de milhas, tanto ao sul quanto ao norte. Já velejei 500 milhas ao longo da costa e estive em muitos lugares, numa parte daquela terra.

A descoberta do Novo Mundo emprestaria um sentido radicalmente novo aos bárbaros, estranhos à civilização e à língua gregas. A geografia das navegações transpõe os bárbaros para a figura dos selvagens, associados à empresa de conquista e dominação europeia. Antropófago, incapaz, de costumes cruéis, os indígenas estavam fadados à sujeição pelo colonizador. Visões mais ou menos impregnadas pela sobrevivência de clássicos como Ptolomeu e leituras renovadas sobre os perigos da navegação ou o descobrimento de terras transoceânicas levaram a uma série de relatos e a uma produção iconográfica algo fantástica quer do meio natural, quer dos habitantes da América.

Simultaneamente, as descobertas dão lugar a uma verdadeira fúria de conhecimento sobre os indígenas, em todos os seus aspectos – habitação, costumes, língua, meios de subsistência, entre outros – e ensejam, sobretudo, uma reflexão que igualmente se refere aos próprios europeus, em contraponto às sociedades com que se defrontam. Nem sempre os indígenas foram vistos de modo ultrajante ou como merecedores da política metropolitana. A violência da colonização foi criticada desde o século XVI, sendo exemplares a obra de Bartolomeu de Las Casas sobre os exploradores espanhóis, assim como os escritos de Michel de Montaigne, cujos ensaios revertem a relação tradicional entre civilizados e bárbaros, afirmando que os europeus ultrapassavam os indígenas em “toda espécie de barbárie”.

No século XVIII, esses textos são continuamente divulgados. Construía-se, portanto, a imagem dos habitantes livres e racionais que contrastavam com os conquistadores europeus, em clara alusão às sociedades do Antigo Regime, hierarquizadas, marcadas pela censura, pela opressão religiosa, a extorsão econômica de uma nobreza parasitária. A revalorização das sociedades ditas selvagens no século XVIII leva ao uso de novas expressões: indígenas e habitantes, nativos nas colônias de língua inglesa, e mesmo o termo “nações”, reconhecendo complexidade e organização naquelas culturas. Mas até entre aqueles que postulavam os princípios de igualdade e liberdade, fundados no programa filosófico e antropológico dos setecentos, estava implícita a submissão do bom selvagem à pedagogia ilustrada. A tradição iluminista conhece no século XIX a ambivalência romântica que introduz o “selvagem” em narrativas épicas e tramas romanescas ou em um discurso científico que o destitui da cultura.

[liamsouls]

⠀⌗⠀0.0 archive : 1-2 months of dating with you.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Cause he was sunshine, I was midnight.

Chapter .1 : Poem. for you <3

Lar seguro

Lar seguro é aonde você quer retornar após um longo dia exaustivo Ele tem cheiro de lareira, doce e mel É morno como leite quente É receptivo com um abraço apertado É sensível como gelo se derretendo É amável como um gato preguiçoso Lindo como um pôr do sol Adocicado como mel Seguro como ao deitar em um travesseiro macio Lar, doce lar

Chapter .2 : Text. <3

Textinho para você

Querida Natally,

Eu não consigo expressar como esses dois meses foram maravilhosos para mim, ao seu lado é o meu lugar. A cada dia que se passa eu vou me apaixonando mais e mais por você, a chama que há dentro de mim sempre se ascendendo com você. Você me causa isso a muito tempo, sabia? Sentimentos que eu não consigo ter controle. Perto de você eu sinto borboletas e um excesso de dopamina, como se estivesse embriagada pelo amor. Meu amor, prometo lutar por você daqui a diante como por todos esses meses, resolver desavenças e prometo te amar loucamente todos os dias. E quando você não estiver aqui, eu esperarei por você. E quando você precisar de mim eu estarei aqui por você. Ninguém pode me ter como você me tem, ninguém pode mexer comigo como você mexe, eu pertenço a você, sou unicamente sua de corpo e alma. Não me canso de ter orgulho de ser sua, não me canso de amar-te. Nesses dois meses eu consegui ser feliz e desejar você mais, mas percebes que o único desentendimento que tivemos foi porque o ciúmes subiu a cabeça? Porque eu sei quão incrível você é e a certeza de que não quero perder você para nenhum outro. Só eu consigo ler a poesia que você é, minha estrela do meu céu noturno. A beleza da poesia que és, admirável, apaixonante e intensa do jeito que amo. Eu amo você, eu amo você, eu amo você! Eu não consigo deixar de dormir e acordar sem pensar em você. Pensar de como é o seu beijo, seu abraço, seu toque, seu cheiro, carinho... me faz derreter, derreter de amor por você. Feliz dois meses ao lado da melhor namorada do mundo, amo você Natt, com todo o meu coração.

[useless-catalanfacts]

Hello! Another tumblr user I follow has posed a challenge: memorize one poem per month in 2024. I would like to include at least one poem in Catalan in my journey. Could you recommend any good poems or poets for this?

Hello! We have many very talented poets. My favourite poet is Salvador Espriu, other good ones are Miquel Martí i Pol, Vicent Andrés Estellés, Jacint Verdaguer, Maria-Mercè Marçal, Pere Quart, Josep Carner, Ausiàs March, Joan Maragall, Montserrat Abelló, J.V. Foix, Gabriel Ferrater, Joana Raspall, Joan Alcover, Enric Casasses, among others.

I'll add 7 of my favourite short/short-ish poems (+translation to English) under the cut. Poetry is very personal and these are just the ones that I really like, but I'll be happy if anyone else wants to add more of their favourite Catalan poems.

1. Enyore un temps que no és vingut encara (I Miss a Time That's Not Yet Come) by Vicent Andrés Estellés.

Enyore un temps que no és vingut encara com un passat d’accelerada lluita, de combatius balcons i d’estendards, irat de punys, pacífic de corbelles, nou de cançons, parelles satisfetes, el menjador obert de bat a bat i el sol entrant fins al darrer racó. Em moriré, però l’enyore ja, aquest moment, aquest ram, aquest dia, que m’ha de fer aixecar de la fossa veient passar la multitud contenta.

Translation:

I miss a time that has not arrived yet like a past of accelerated fight, of combative balconies and standards, angry of fists, peaceful of sickles, new of songs, satisfied couples, the living room wide open and the sun entering until the last corner. I will die, but I miss it already, this moment, this bouquet, this day, that shall make me get up from the grave watching the happy crowd pass by.

2. Assaig del càntic en el temple (Attempted Canticle in the Temple) by Salvador Espriu.

Oh, que cansat estic de la meva covarda, vella, tan salvatge terra, i com m’agradaria d’allunyar-me’n, nord enllà, on diuen que la gent és neta i noble, culta, rica, lliure, desvetllada i feliç! Aleshores, a la congregació, els germans dirien desaprovant: «Com l’ocell que deixa el niu, així l’home que se’n va del seu indret», mentre jo, ja ben lluny, em riuria de la llei i de l’antiga saviesa d’aquest meu àrid poble. Però no he de seguir mai el meu somni i em quedaré aquí fins a la mort. Car sóc també molt covard i salvatge i estimo a més amb un desesperat dolor aquesta meva pobra, bruta, trista, dissortada pàtria.

Translation:

How tired I am of this my craven, ancient, savage fatherland; and how it would delight me to leave, going north, where they say that people are noble and clean, cultured, rich, free, awake/unsupervised and happy! Then, my brethren would tell the congregation, disapprovingly: "Leaving his native place, a man becomes like a bird leaving the nest", while I, in the distance, would laugh at the law and the ancient wisdom of this my arid people. But the dream will never be followed, I’ll stay here until my death. For I too am full of cowardice and savagery, and with a desperate pain I love this my poor, unclean, sad, unlucky fatherland.

3. Divisa (Motto) by Maria-Mercè Marçal. This one's short and easy!

A l’atzar agraeixo tres dons: haver nascut dona, de classe baixa i nació oprimida. I el tèrbol atzur de ser tres voltes rebel.

Translation:

I am grateful to fate for three gifts: to have been born a woman, from the working class and an oppressed nation. And the turbid azure of being three times a rebel.

4. Possible introducció a un epitalami (Possible Introduction to an Epithalamium) by Salvador Espriu

I posted this a while ago, find the text and translation in this post:

5. Plus Ultra ("Further" in Latin) by Jacint Verdaguer

Text and translation in this post:

6. Aquesta remor que se sent (This Murmur We Hear) by Miquel Martí i Pol.

Text and translation in this post:

7. Mester d'amor (Knowing How to Love) by Joan Salvat-Papasseit

Si en saps el pler no estalviïs el bes que el goig d'amar no comporta mesura. Deixa't besar, i tu besa després que és sempre als llavis que l'amor perdura. No besis, no, com l'esclau i el creient, mes com vianant a la font regalada. Deixa't besar -sacrifici fervent- com més roent més fidel la besada. ¿Què hauries fet si mories abans sense altre fruit que l'oreig en ta galta? Deixa't besar, i en el pit, a les mans, amant o amada -la copa ben alta. Quan besis, beu, curi el veire el temor: besa en el coll, la més bella contrada. Deixa't besar i si et quedava enyor besa de nou, que la vida és comptada.

Translation:

If you know its pleasure, don't skip the kiss for the joy of loving has no measure. Let yourself be kissed, and kiss after it for it's always on the lips that love lasts. Don't kiss, no, like the slave and the believer, but like the passer-by does with a delightful fountain. Let yourself be kissed -fervent sacrifice- the more burning, the more faithful is the kiss. ¿What would you have done if you died before without fruit other than the zephyr on your cheek? Let yourself be kissed, and on the chest, on the hands, male or female lover -the cup raised high. When you kiss, drink; may the glass cure the fear: kiss on the neck, the most beautiful place. Let yourself be kissed and if there's yearning left kiss again, for life is finite.

These are some I like. You can find more Catalan poems in this blog's tag #poesia.

[pdj-international]

Dernière mise à jour : 15 novembre 2023, 03h00 ISTLisez toutes les dernières nouvelles du monde sur News18.comLes démocrates du Sénat ont avancé mardi avec une résolution qui permettrait la confirmation rapide de centaines de candidats soldats, une tentative de contourner le embargo imposé par le sénateur de l'Alabama, Tommy Tuberville, par rapport à la politique d'avortement du Pentagone. WASHINGTON : Les démocrates du Sénat ont adopté mardi une résolution qui permettrait la confirmation rapide de centaines de candidats soldats, une tentative de contourner le embargo imposé par le sénateur de l'Alabama, Tommy Tuberville, par rapport à la politique d'avortement du Pentagone.La commission du Règlement du Sénat a voté par 9 voix contre 7 pour approuver une résolution qui permettrait au Sénat de confirmer tout de suite des groupes de candidats soldats pour le reste du mandat du Congrès. Le Sénat a traditionnellement confirmé la réunion de grands groupes d’officiers soldats, mais ce processus peut être bouleversé par un seul sénateur qui s’y oppose.La résolution va désormais être soumise au Sénat pour un vote, où les démocrates auront besoin d'au moins neuf voix républicaines pour être adoptée. Tandis que les républicains du comité des règles se sont opposés à la mesure, arguant que cette décision pourrait éroder les pouvoirs de la minorité au Sénat, certains ont signalé qu'ils pourraient changer d'avis si Tuberville n'abandonnait pas les prises avant cette date.Le leader républicain au Sénat, Mitch McConnell, qui a critiqué les décisions de Tuberville avant le vote en commission, a annoncé qu'il s'opposerait à la résolution démocrate « à ce moment spécifique ».À propos de Tuberville, McConnell a annoncé que « malheureusement, notre collègue a plutôt choisi d'exercer son influence sur des officiers soldats de carrière, sans aucune influence sur les priorités politiques de cette administration. »Tuberville s'est dit prêt à négocier la fin de ses emprises sur près de 400 candidats soldats, ce qu'il avait annoncé pour la première fois en février. Mais il n’a pas encore indiqué qu’il les abandonnerait.Frustrés, les Républicains du Sénat ont mis Tuberville au défi d'abandonner les prises et l'ont confronté au sol lors de plus de quatre heures, réclamant 61 des nominations soldats seulement pour que Tuberville se lève et s'oppose à chaque fois.Tuberville bloque les nominations en opposition aux nouvelles règles du Pentagone qui autorisent le remboursement des frais de voyage lorsqu'un militaire doit quitter l'État pour se faire avorter ou obtenir d'autres soins reproductifs. L'administration du dirigeant Joe Biden a institué de nouvelles règles après que la Cour suprême a annulé le droit national à l'avortement, et certains États ont limité ou interdit cette procédure.De hauts responsables soldats ont prévenu à multiples reprises que le embargo de Tuberville menaçait l'état de préparation et la sécurité nationale. Le secrétaire à la Défense, Lloyd Austin, a annoncé que les retards nuisent à la préparation et ont « alourdi inutilement nos familles soldats, qui abandonnent déjà tant pour soutenir ceux qui servent ».Avis de non-responsabilité : ce post a été publié automatiquement à partir d'un flux d'agence sans aucune modification du texte et n'a pas été révisé par un éditeur.(Cette histoire n'a pas été éditée par le personnel de News18 et est publiée à partir d'un fil d'agence de presse syndiqué - Associated Press)