turtles with wings

it’s like britney gone mad. it’s hopeless. it’s restless. it’s decay at its best. i always loved to watch things rot. well things here are very, very rotten. it’s like paris and nicole on the simple life. it’s the biggest i don’t give a fuck i’ve ever gave. it’s like a feeling of loss, like a feeling of depth. it’s hopeless like i said. it’s cold like stone, even in the warmest of weathers. it’s always raining and the sea is always with waves although you won’t feel a thing. it’s untouchable, unreachable. it’s already gone but you’re still looking for it. it’s like diving into the darkest ocean and not listening to anything at all. is silent. mute. it’s black even when it’s white and it’s dark even when there’s light. it will be forever doomed and i won’t do a thing to change it. it’s about acceptance. pleasure in pain. it’s like a silent rain forest. it’s like a desert with wind. it’s like the skin of a lizard who stayed in the sun for too long. it’s more like a moth than butterfly. it’s like a siren, calling from far, but you’ll never see her. it’s more about sunrises than sunsets. it’s more about dust than stars. it’s what i’m trying not to become. it’s what i can’t avoid. it’s what i find beautiful and can’t explain why. it’s i’m too tired to care at its finest glory. enjoy.

there’s a dream that i see, i pray it can be/look cross the land, shake this land/a wish or a command/a dream that i see, don’t kill it, it’s free/you’re just a man, you get what you can//we all do what we can/so we can do just one more thing/we can all be free//maybe not with words/maybe not with a look/but with your mind//listen to me, don’t walk that street/there’s always an end to it/come and be free, you know who i am/we’re just living people//we won’t have a thing/so we got nothing to lose/we can all be free//maybe not with words/maybe not with a look/but with your mind//you’ve got to choose a wish or command/at the turn of the tide, is withering thee/remember one thing, the dream you can see/pray to be, shake this land//we all do what we can/so we can do just one more thing/we won’t have a thing/so we’ve got nothing to lose/we can all be free//when i’m high when i’m low/standing slow on and on/here we go/ when i’m hurt/when i’m alone/what do you know/where to go/do we know/can you please help me

attitude is what feels right. dressing with total disregard for what’s appropriate - who decides that anyway? - is very nourishing when we’re still corralled with the archaisms of day dressing, evening, smart, casual. what. ever. life cannot, and shouldn’t, be compartmentalised into such rigid form./it’s this which ignites pride in the anti-styled. the flourish of not giving a fuck is worth all the show-loitering poseurs in the world.
charisma is something so shockingly manicured in the landscape of contemporary culture. it cannot be rationalised, nor does it have a day off. nor does it quell. spirit doesn’t need a mirror, but conducts what feels rights - not what goes together./command what you do buy everyday, everywhere, with everything until it’s destroyed. wear the battlescars with honour./it was twenty years ago on their 1993 lp cats and dogs royal trux gnarled, “hang me my cape and my dog-headed cane.” jennifer herrema and neil hagerty showed you could feel the regal, invincible, in a pair of destroyed jeans./such liberation and rejection of a prescriptive value system is wholly intellectual./experience it and you’ll know the meaning of luxury, which cannot be bought. everything else is lovely things. - DEAN MAYO DAVIES

there’s nothing sadder than a drag queen crying his make up out.

eventually, everything connects. - CHARLES EAMES

é tão complicado comunicar.

a an american trilogy do elvis faz-me pensar em bué coisas. o que não é muito o propósito desta viagem. a ideia era mesmo ignorar até que se tornasse tudo irrelevante. mas todos os dias oiço a musica e começo a pensar outra vez. ainda hoje enquanto estava a torrar ao sol pensei: o que é que eu estou a fazer? porque é que eu estou a fazer? quero fazer? mas não consigo responder. isto irrita-me. irrita-me profundamente não conseguir dar uma resposta rápida e concreta às minhas próprias perguntas. em vez de arranjar repostas só consigo pensar em pensos rápidos. isso agora não resulta, não dá. estou a trezentos quilómetros da minha caixa de primeiros socorros. foda-se.

you’re considered superficial and silly if you’re interested in fashion, but i think you can be substantial and still be interested in frivolity. - SOFIA COPPOLA

sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, “so what.”. that’s one of my favorite things to say. “so what.” “my mother didn’t love me.” so what. “my husband won’t ball me.” so what. “i’m a success but i’m still alone.” so what. i don’t know how i made it through all the years before i learned how to do that trick. it took a long time for me to learn it, but once you do, you never forget. - ANDY WARHOL

há sempre leite condensado na despensa da casa dos meus pais. praise the lord.

consequências em tudo.

i’m up all night to get lucky.