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(Anotação)

Tenho pensado em algumas verdades, daquelas que vem num rompante, quase doídas.

Já não encanto com ninguém. Não franza o cenho assim, digo porque me permitia ser tocada até por sorrisos na rua. Algo dentro de mim cruzou os braços como quem me olha contrariada. Talvez eu esteja naquele momento de quase encantamento atemporal, mas não penso nisso. A verdade é que não venho levando a sério aos outros corpos, nem mesmo o meu. Repenso o pensamento anterior, em verdade tenho me desencantado.

Chico canta Ligia ao fundo e me reconheço, apesar de adorar a chuva. Pauso. Penso que seria bonito andar por Copacabana, visitar algum sebo em Ipanema, viver o cotidiano carioca que nunca me pertenceu. Eu sempre senti dores alheias, talvez isso faça o próximo pensar que jamais tive as minhas, como se nunca houvesse vivido Atrás da Porta ou Olhos nos Olhos. Já vi olhares de adeus, já me rasguei, deitei desamparada no piso frio. Senti-me uma entre tantas outras que respiram resignadas a compreensão de toda a tolice que sentir dá. E tantos outros amaram tão mais e melhor. Ainda assim, insisti. Quando não me restou nada além da memória de toda a efemeridade, parti. Gosto de pensar que há motivação anterior ao reconhecimento. Dói pensar que quase ninguém me conhece absolutamente, digo quase com esperança infantil de que há observador capaz de me decifrar. Me apontam o dedo, me afirmam. Não me sabem, não me vêem.

G.

Song tag

I was tagged by @gvsisdead

Rules: you can tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to. Hit shuffle on your music player & write down the first 10 songs. Tag 10 people.

of the songs off my phone:

1.) chris travis - hold me up
2.) indigochildrick - warning ft. denzel curry
3.) denzel curry ft lil ugly mane - mystical virus pt. 3
4.) indigochildrick ft. robb bank$ - game over
5.) xxxtentacion - bitchcallmecaptainmorgan
6.) abra - u ain’t got 2 lie ft. father
7.) xxxtentacion - restinpussy
8.) xavier wulf - mugen woe
9.) black kray - lil earnhardt
10.) $ki mask “the slump god” - XANAX!

i tag @evilmane, @melodicmurders, and @cellphonebroke whoevr else

kon-elkent  asked:

Illya and Gaby have settled down and he takes their daughter to Ballet Class :)


Her hand is so little in his own that she can only hold two fingers as she walks alongside of him. Illya keeps a firm grip on her though as they cross the street together, his coat blowing against his knees as the cool weather settles in for the season. The little brunette next to him is bundled up as well, only her pink ribbon in her hair is flying about, it matches her pink shoes.

“We need to hurry up or we will be late.” The little voice next to him chimes knowingly, tugging on his hand to hurry him along. She is ever impatient just like her mother, Illya only smiles to her words. His anger is easily gone with the small angel at his side.

“We will not be late.” He informs her, glancing down letting his blue eyes meet her own as she grins up at him, two teeth missing in that crooked smile of hers. She looks almost like a carbon copy of his wife, except a pair of shocking blue eyes.

She informs him with the usual tone, “Mama said we can not be late.”

“Your mother is very smart, we will not be late Natalya.” Illya assures her as they step up towards another set of buildings, weaving between the people crowding the sidewalk. He’s very careful and alert with the little one at his side. He never lets her hand go, never lets her out of his sight. Though the afternoon traffic is picking up and the sidewalk is getting busier. When the crowd gets too thick, he leans down and scoops her up. She weighs practically nothing at seven years old and easily clings to his neck, holding onto him tightly. Her little tutu is tickling his arm but Illya ignores it as they wait at the next crosswalk for the chance to cross the street.

“Papa?”

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