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itsindyart · 4 months
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Decorative Plaque: Barbecue Corner
Decorative sign to make that family barbecue corner even more cozy!
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burntpink · 9 months
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"That which walks on the track is the iron train, I am water which runs between the stones: freedom finds a way", quote by brazilian poet Manoel de Barros
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star4daisy · 8 months
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I need to know what Barty could write on Valentine's Day for Evan
heeey I don't really think they'd be the type of couple to do that unironically, but if Barty did it cuz of a bet or as a joke he'd def write something dirty and unsubtle like my heart isn't the only thing throbbing fy and he'd draw a bunch of sex positions in stick figures (he sucks at drawing tho so u can't really tell what they're doing) and say something like all i want to do on valentine's day is u lol (i do think he'd be sweet in private but in front of everyone he'd make a big joke out of it)
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skarya-archive · 16 days
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Love Letters to Inmates
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source: caveira-com-cigarro-aceso
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ecomothering · 2 years
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This is an altar for Gisberta Salce (1961-2006), an immigrant brazilian trans woman who was living in Porto, Portugal, where she was brutally murdered, in 22.02.2006. Yesterday, 17 years after her death, I went to the street where she lived unsheltered, the same one where they took her life. I placed these wild flowers and white candle (1st picture) beneath the mural painting "Rua Gisberta Salce" (Gisberta Salce street). Today I returned there to see if the flowers needed rearrangment or the candle to be lit and it warmed my heart to see more flowers and candles placed next to mine (2nd picture). Someone wrote her a beautiful and painful letter and placed it on the wall, which says:
Gisberta, I don't know you / Or let me rephrase it, I don't know you from sight but from pain / Gisberta I saw you only in death / You deserved to be here / It seems like they took the pleasure of growing old from our bodies / Anyone who sees us existing can't even imagine, ignoring the hoarse voice of those who live in expense and naked / because, Gisberta, the other's eye still marks our survival / but rest now / you will be forever buried in the trans heart.
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queridavitrola · 7 months
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Tudo vai melhorar 💕
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crazycatladysims · 10 months
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[[ transcript below ]]
becca: so tell me more about this Jacob ...
eliza: Jacob? Volkov?
aubrey: ... know how to make cheese bread? the Brazilian one?
bob: actually, i do
eliza: Bob how well do you know that Collective kid? good morning. Aubrey.
bob: don't know any of them.
aubrey: i know him, he's pretty chill
eliza: always forget that you hang out with them ... Iggy and Jacob know each other?
aubrey: i guess ... don't they go to the same school?
*bell rings*
eliza: didn't know that. i'll be right back.
[ eliza meets theo that's is waiting with a awkward smile ]
theo: hm, hey i'm Theo. i have a booking?!
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tulinachebay · 16 days
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Eu digo isso porque um dia, eu tenho medo, que você também me esqueça.
Traduções: 🇧🇷|🇺🇲|🇦🇷
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itsindyart · 4 months
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Never give up on the things that make you smile!
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salvejack · 22 days
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when i saw in my email the invitation to join a fashion exhibition I got very happy. this exhibition had happened at an historic eight century alley called rua são francisco, a street in curitiba that I love the most! this street makes me flattered by its history. there are bars all over the street and an intense night life surrounded by catholic gothic and baroque temples. this environment is the perfect caos! H-AL is a studio based in curitiba where a couple of artists (alexandre and thifany) design autoral fashion. through their art they prove that art can be authentic and also commercial (a business need to survive!). for this, I had made 4 designs, witch two of them were approved to be shown in the ehxibition. I designed a shirt with the baroque temple all print in the front side, and a lettering with the words sao francisco. special thanks to alexandre, thifany, pati e juliana. — o convite para participar de uma exposição coletiva me emocionou muito. principalmente por ser realizada na rua são francisco. essa rua criada no final do século XVIII me causa um fascínio. ela possui uma efervescência noturna e bohemia e ao mesmo tempo possui catedrals católicas. é o perfeito caos. a h-al um ateliê baseado em curitiba, onde ele e a esposa produzem peças impecáveis e provam que a arte e a moda autoral pode ser autêntica e também ser comercialmente viável. para a exposição coletiva eu desenhei quatro modelos, aos quais dois foram aprovados: uma camiseta com um desenho de uma igreja barroca, e um outro com um lettering com as palavra são francisco. agradecimentos especiais a alexandre, thifany, pati e juliana.
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burntpink · 8 months
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"I invent to know myself", quote by brazilian poet Manoel de Barros
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spideysatan · 1 month
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do i think the method to get a higher education in brasil is perfect and totaly fair? absolutely not. but it could be worse, for example, it could be the usa...
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mecanicaletra · 6 months
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mylovetoletters · 7 months
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Dear Love,
Here's a playlist to listen to while you read. Thank me later.
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How can he be so far, but still so close at the same time? I feel like I can hug him right now even though we live kilometers away from each other.
He calls me Brazil and I call him Italy. I feel like it's cute and it goes away from the usual cringe nicknames.
I wish that I could spend some time together with him, but the only thing I can do is send a picture of a pineapple fish 🍍🐟 through Instagram because he's the missing pineapple in my aquarium🍕🤭👉👈 (I don't like pineapple in pizza).
Sometimes I imagine we are hanging out through the streets of Rome, discovering the Coliseum and the ruins of the city while eating some of the best Italian gelato 🍦, maybe even All’antico Vinaio's amazingly delicious sandwich. That would be such an amazing dream, but unfortunately, Italy doesn't even live in Italy.
I miss him. I miss the weird way I acted while giving him a rose 🌹. I miss finding him in the hotel corridors every day. I miss him so much that it physically hurts.
XO Alice.
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source: desavexe
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