May 14, 2013

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,
For most of my childhood, my maternal grandparents lived only a few minutes away, and my sister and I spent countless days and nights with them. Family gatherings generally took place at their house - a constant throughout my childhood, and the place I felt the most safe. My grandfather passed away almost four years ago, after a long battle against a variety of diseases. He was on hospice care in his home, and it was a horrible last few months. After, I found it difficult to go back to the house that meant so much to me, even to visit my grandmother. The rooms that once filled with laughter seemed oddly still, and filled with unhappy memories. Watching my grandmother without her husband of 53 years was hard as well. In four years it hasn’t gotten any easier. But then, on Mother’s Day, as we gathered with my aunts and uncles and cousins in my grandparents’ home, I decided to use the box of photos on the living room table for a Dear Photograph project. This experience of creating a new picture by placing my grandfather back in the kitchen he loved, was the most therapeutic way of dealing with his death I’ve found so far.Eden

dear-photograph:

Dear Photograph,

For most of my childhood, my maternal grandparents lived only a few minutes away, and my sister and I spent countless days and nights with them. Family gatherings generally took place at their house - a constant throughout my childhood, and the place I felt the most safe. My grandfather passed away almost four years ago, after a long battle against a variety of diseases. He was on hospice care in his home, and it was a horrible last few months. After, I found it difficult to go back to the house that meant so much to me, even to visit my grandmother. The rooms that once filled with laughter seemed oddly still, and filled with unhappy memories. Watching my grandmother without her husband of 53 years was hard as well. In four years it hasn’t gotten any easier. But then, on Mother’s Day, as we gathered with my aunts and uncles and cousins in my grandparents’ home, I decided to use the box of photos on the living room table for a Dear Photograph project. This experience of creating a new picture by placing my grandfather back in the kitchen he loved, was the most therapeutic way of dealing with his death I’ve found so far.
Eden

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April 10, 2013

olheosmuros:

Vitória - Espirito Santo

olheosmuros:

Vitória - Espirito Santo

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March 27, 2013

MY IPHONE CASE!

MY IPHONE CASE!

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keyframe

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. a moment that felt innocuous at the time but ended up marking a diversion into a strange new era of your life—set in motion not by a series of jolting epiphanies but in the tiny imperceptible differences between one ordinary day and the next, until entire years of your memory can be compressed into a handful of indelible images—which prevents you from rewinding the past, but allows you to move forward without endless buffering.

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February 23, 2013

February 7, 2013

caderno

Não tinha muito tempo que o ano havia começado e ela me deu um caderno. Um caderno de capa preta e dura. Disse que já havia me dado um desses, mas que eu o devia ter esquecido na bagunça do meu quarto. Ela me deu com uma única condição, que ela não quis dizer: a de que eu escrevesse sobre ela.

Ela tem esse negócio sobre ser minha inspiração, minha musa. Acha que, quando escrevo dela ou para ela, aquele frio na barriga dos nossos primeiros dias volta. Eu nunca dei o devido valor a esse frio até sentí-lo na pele no dia em que, no metrô, descansei meus lábios no seu pescoço e senti o perfume, o mesmo que ela usava no começo. Foi uma coisa que me desesperou.

Meu Deus, quantos amores foram destruídos por causa desse arrepio? Aquela sensação estranha, um misto de surpresa, paixão, amor e timidez. Aquele medo do outro que é desconhecido, só por enquanto, porém. Aquele calafrio que faz nossa nuca arrepiar, nossa fronte corar e o coração aquecer. Um aviso de que aquela pessoa é a certa.

O que me deixou inquieto foi a impossibilidade de causar esse frio depois de dois anos. E se outro cara o provocasse nela? E se ela sentisse falta e fosse procurar em outros cantos? Tá aí algo que eu não conseguiria mais fazer. Só um outro desconhecido que, aproveitando-se da sua condição de estranho, faria o corpo dela tremer e o peito acelerar.

De repente, então, eu entendi. Entendi como ela é tão mais inteligente que eu. Como ela cuida de nós e eu, acostumado com os óbvios abraços, “eu te amo” e “desculpa”, nunca entendo. Ela descobriu o jeito de fazer com que eu voltasse a ser o cara que ela ainda não conhece por inteiro, voltasse a ser o cara que ainda tem algo a mostrar, o cara que a faz se arrepiar. Ela me deu um caderno.

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January 25, 2013

January 23, 2013

olheosmuros:

Vitória da conquista, BA. Obrigado Andressa Sousa.

olheosmuros:

Vitória da conquista, BA. Obrigado Andressa Sousa.

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January 13, 2013


Edvard Munch, The Kiss

Edvard Munch, The Kiss

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January 11, 2013

nudewave:

Franz Xavier Winterhalter, Madame Rimsky Korsakov, 1864 (via cavetocanvas)

nudewave:

Franz Xavier WinterhalterMadame Rimsky Korsakov, 1864 (via cavetocanvas)

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January 8, 2013

January 6, 2013

Protecting The Panda

fakescience:

Protecting The Panda

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weissewiese:

“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be free, and the tame heart that wants to come home. I want to be held. I don’t want you to come too close. I want you to scoop me up and bring me home at nights. I don’t want to tell you where I am. I want to keep a place among the rocks where no one can find me. I want to be with you.”

Jeanette Winterson, from “Lighthousekeeping”

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