#progredient

[iimnothereyet]

a small edit, but an important one to my personal life

Can't be sincerely dark without being called edgy, can't be sincerely emotional without being called melodramatic, can't be sincerely silly without being called stupid. They're gonna hate every emotion you put in your art no matter what so make it anyway and be as sincere as you can be

[pensando-so]

Apesar da vida sempre me forçar a olhar para frente foi olhando para trás que eu notei o quanto progredi.

Maxwell Santos

[sudag-o]

vose já fez um strawpage, neocities ou carrd na vida?

MINHA FILHAAAAAAAAAAAA CE TA FALANO COM SUSU GRE SUSTOLOKO SUDAGO ONCIELICIOUS ESSA EH A MINHA ESPECIALIDADE!!!!!! EU FAZIA CARRD PRA TODO MUNDO ^____^ DESIGN GRAFICOOOOOOOOO QUE DELICIA

colocano um "read more" pra falar kada site...

straw eh o site mais recente k fiz , foi um poco antes de criar o myspace trollfacer.straw.page

carrd bandarestart.carrd.co (primeiro print) e tb esses otros q sao mais antigo e tao offline! MAS JA FIZ MTO CARRD NA VIDA CACETADA ISSO NUM EH NEM 10%

neocities hackerturbo.neocities.org tenho um archive de codigos que uso eeee uns gif meio desatualizado xP eu entro la mais p ficar brincano msm pq nuncaa tenho paciencia d termina.. o site ke eu mais progredi foi um q era p ser um blog de bonecas antes d eu cria o tumblr de boneca mas eu .... ESKECI A URL T.T

[atemporada]

Eu não sou feliz. Tenho mil e uma coisas na cabeça o tempo todo. Mas continuo tentando, continuo buscando ser cada dia mais minha melhor versão. Tem dia que a gente dá um ou dois passinhos para trás – não é fácil acertar sempre. Mas quando paro para ver de fora, ver o todo, sei que progredi. E muito. Eu não sou feliz. Mas todo dia busco ser um pouquinho mais.

– Giovanna Leonetti

[victorian-wizard]

you asked for requests, so here is a spattering of my own list of "shit to write eventually":

• "Have you considered that you too are one of the giants upon whom the future stands, upon your humble shoulders?" -tumblr user evilasiangenius

• "tim always considers the avian gaze (when picking outfits)" -a local friend of mine

• "the road to good penmanship is paved with internet wall spaghetti" -me

• "piece it together like some unpaid, uneducated scholar." -deactivated, tumblr

• "quemlibet gradum quem ceperis, progredi vel ascende." -me (latin)

all of these are dealer's choice on font, and you can just leave this in your ask box till they're all done if you want haha

"me" is either @imnothereyet or @anothersojourner

Thank you for the ask! I hope you like it!

I ran out of ink in my pen towards the end so resorted to the thicker one.

Also ignore all the bits of Tip-ex that I used to cover my very small mistakes caused by my pea brain.

Also ignore how it gets messier near the bottom.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

The Dark Forest (Part 6)

The forest doesn’t seem to have an end. And the three of them don’t seem to have a sense of direction. Not figuratively and not literally. Darcy insists that the Polluting Pine is important and that they had sought it out for a reason. But she can never get that reason to leave the tip of her tongue—the closest she comes to doing so is murmuring in her sleep something about needing to be herself again and, “I used to look like you, I know it!” Darcy  never remembers her dreams in the morning, Icy wishes that she could peer into them; maybe she can make sense of whatever Darcy is seeing.

They have no other hints expect for the big witchcraft book that she has been lugging around. The one with all of the big words that she can’t pronounce, let alone read and understand. The one that is written mostly in a language that she has not learned to translate. One of the three of them had bookmarked a page titled ‘Pinus Polluere: Progredi Tempore’. This page, Icy knows, holds the answers to all of her questions and contains the solution to the problem that she no longer recalls. This page, that is entirely written in a different language, that she can never hope to read. But she knows that it is the key because it depicts the Polluting Pine just as it stands before them, dark, menacing, festering, and ancient. 

With nothing else to do here the three of them decide to move on. The tree smells rancidly anyhow and it makes Darcy’s eyes water. Icy thinks that she might be allergic to it, she can’t breathe right. Stormy doesn’t seem to notice or care at all. Not until Icy starts to breathe strangely, then Stormy turns away from the tree to look at her. 

Instinctively she reaches for her tightening throat, clawing at it as her airway thins and thins until she may as well be breathing through a straw. 

Through the fuzz and splotches in her vision, she sees Darcy rush towards her.

She doesn’t see much else after that.

But she feels and hears a whole bunch. 

She can hear the whistling, wheeze of breaths taken insufficiently.

She can feel the burning of the throat that they whistle through and the flames in the lungs that aren’t getting properly full. Can feel a squeeze in her chest. 

She can’t remember if she had put her medicine in the bag that she has been carrying around with her. A peculiar thought comes to her; why would I have brought it, I haven’t needed it years, almost a decade. But she hasn’t been alive for a decade. That voice in her head is so familiar, it sounds like her but it is not her. 

But it knows her. 

It occurs to her that it is rather strange that she can’t remember how she got to this forest. And stranger still that she swears that this is the second time she has been put here. We never figured it out the first time either. The voice tells her as her body sputters, fighting to stuck in a breath. 

The first time.

What first time?

She has parents, grandparents, and great grandparents. Did they put she, Darcy, and Stormy here? Did they put them there the first time? What first time? 

It was likely the ancestral witches, that voice in her head muses. They were always going on and on about this big plan that they had for us. Took our memories from us the first time and left us with a note telling us our names and a list of things that we would need. 

There was a spellbook. And my medication. 

I think that they wanted us to grow up in the darkness…alone. 

Just as urgently as she fights for her breath, she fights to figure out why that voice sounds so familiar. Her small body shudders again, her fingers go rigid as they mindlessly scratch at her throat. She is dizzy now, her vision almost entirely black. 

You’re hearing your own voice, moron.

Yes, that’s right…

It is her. 

This is how she is supposed to sound. 

How her voice sounds with a good number of years added to it. 

That’s right!

That is what they have come to the pine for. 

She isn’t supposed to be a child! She has already done this. And she was on the brink of discovering why she had been left in the Dark Forest with only vague memories the first time. 

She has just enough time to lament how close the three of them had been to saving themselves as they knew themselves. 

But of course, only the brink of death can coax the real her forward.

Tears run down her cheeks that have colored themselves a bruised purple-blue. She doesn’t remember volunteering to cry. She also doesn’t remember wanting to claw at her throat. Her fingers fall limp, over it. 

She notes faintly that her neck is quite swollen.

And then she feels nothing at all.

.oOo.

Desperately, Darcy combs through the book for something. Anything. But it is not that kind of book. The kind that comes with instructions for brewing anti-inflammatory potions or casting healing spells. It only speaks of death droughts , potions for eternal sleep, and horrible hexes. 

“Darcy, she dying!” Stormy shouts. 

As if Darcy can’t tell. As if she can’t see the way that Icy writhes. As if she hadn’t noticed the blue hue of her puffy lips and the dreadful tumescence of her cheeks. 

There has to be something that she can do! She knocks her fist gently against her head. She begs her own mind to come up with something, anything at all…

They need to move her! 

Darcy doesn’t know why she hadn’t thought of that in an instant. It is common sense to get Icy away from the source of her suffering. 

It is, of course, easier said than done. She isn’t all too heavy by stature but she is quite tall for her age and limpness adds a sort of weight to her. Deadweight—the term occurs grimly to Darcy. But she isn’t dead, not yet. She is still breathing even if it sounds shrill and uncanny. Darcy thinks that it might be a mercy that Icy’s eyes have swollen shut; at least she won’t have to see them go glassy if she does die. At least she doesn’t have to see whatever pain or dread that Icy might feel, reflected in her eyes. Somehow Darcy gets the feeling that she isn’t afraid or in pain at all—not now that she has stopped scratching at her neck. “Stormy, help me!” 

And so the two of them half-carry, half-drag Icy upwind of the Polluting Pine and its dreadful fumes. She shudders at what would have happened if the three of them had entered the sludgy water as they had debated doing. 

“Should I go back and get that huge book and Icy’s shoulder bag?”

“Forget about the book, Stormy! We can get those after…”

“But what she has something useful in there? If she knows that she’s allergic to stuff she’d probably bring medicine to help herself, right?”

Darcy shakes her head. “We don’t have anything important expect for what’s left of our food. We didn’t pack anything!? I don’t even have a spare pair of glasses and mine are getting cracked.”

“Well we can at least try to look.”

“Fine, get her bag and the book. And don’t get lost.” If Stormy doesn’t return and Icy dies…

Darcy’s stomach flutters until she feels like she will throw up. She doesn’t want to be alone, especially not in such a horrible place as this. With shaking hands she dumps her own bag. She too has a book. It is much smaller in size and falls out on top of a miniature notepad. 

Her own breath catches as she flips through the notes. Notes that with a penmanship that she doesn’t quite recognize, notes that could have only been written by her hand. There is a crudely drawn map on the first page—helpful later but useless now. There is a page titled ‘A List of Safe Plants and Berries’ and one called ‘Plants for Soothing Coughs and Headaches’. She flips through ‘Hexes I Have to Try’, ‘Stones for Divination’, ‘Mantras for Mind Manipulation’, ‘Hypnosis for Unlocking the Subconscious’, ‘Hypnosis for Sealing & Retrieving Memories’...

It is all useless! Useless, useless, useless!

 She hadn’t realized that she was holding that caught breath until she finds a page titled, ‘For Allergy Relief’. 

She grips the page tightly and skims through the words on it from, ‘step 1: tilt her head back and hold your palm over the most swollen part of her throat’ to ‘bonas step: tell Icy that you told her so and ask her if she wants to keep her medicine on her now.’

Carefully, Darcy holds her hand against Icy’s throat. She closes her eyes and tries to call her magic forward. Just enough of it, even if it is weak it will do the trick. The spell, she had noted on the page, is very simple—purposefully simple so that it could be cast as swiftly as possible and by even the weakest witch or fairy. 

She should have told Stormy to just wait a moment longer. 

She can’t think about that right now. 

Can’t think about it, not when Icy’s skin feels so alarmingly warm. 

Even if she doesn’t suffocate she is going to suffer. Even if her breaths come back to her, the heat will make her sick. As far as she knows, Darcy has never seen how Icy reacts to heat before, but she is absolutely certain that she will be nauseous and lethargic. Knowledge so innate has to come from somewhere. Somewhere distant. Somewhere that she can’t reach save for this certainty that what she thinks that she knows is true. 

She hopes that her spell will work. She hopes that she will have to deal with caring for her sister…friend…? 

What are they to each other?

This isn’t the time to try to figure it out. 

She sucks in a deep breath and exhales. She catches that exhale in a web of shadow magic. The web isn’t as easy to maintain as her notepad insisted it would be. It brings sweat to her brow and cramps to her wrists but she bears it. With effort both physical and magical she lowers her arms and forces her captured breath to slip between Icy’s lips. The dark purple shimmer of her magic follows along, working in tandem with the breath to reopen Icy’s airway. 

For a moment it seems to catch in Icy’s throat and Darcy’s stomach sinks at the thought that the breath might deflate. But it continues its way down until it reaches Icy’s lungs. The first few breaths to follow seem painfully forced. The strain displays itself all across Icy’s body, displays itself in her taut posture. 

She exhales her fifth breath and her body relaxes. The visible swelling of her throat subsides if only faintly. Darcy gives her own exhale; she is going to be okay…Icy is going to be okay. 

She just hopes that when Icy wakes up that she will see both of her sisters.

[glacierinks]

hi there, love your lettering style!

whenever you get to it i like to submit "Progredi Vel Ascende" to calligraphers to see how it looks in different styles haha

and i do calligraphy under the blog "anothersojourner" but that one is a sideblog too, glad i found your work and i look forward to following along!

Thank you so much for this and for the request!

I am very much new to calligraphy, and it was fun making my own lettering style, I'm so glad you like it! It's really cool that you do calligraphy too! I went and followed you soon after you sent this ask!

I don't know, like, any latin, but from what I looked up this says something similar advance or ascend? I hope that's right!

[azul-marinh0]

Eu vejo as pessoas indo e vindo, com suas vidas e suas rotinas, seus trabalhos, suas profissões, suas realizações. Me bate um desespero, uma vontade de sair correndo e me esconder.

Eu sinto que parei no tempo, eu sinto que eu simplesmente parei no tempo e não progredi, não vivi.

Sinto uma angústia enorme. Parece que todos estão sempre a minha frente e eu simplesmente parada, bem aqui atrás, e isso me entristece muito.

Eu sinto muito por mim, por não saber lidar com isso.

[sunflowerandstrawberryspice]

Howdy hey once again I am in fact not dead, just very very tired! But I'm back with some OC's that are not mine but my friends, I'm going to tell you literally nothing about them other than that their names are Cassie (pink) and Beel (red) they're based on two of the seven deadly sins (try and figure out which ones I feel like Cassie is a bit more obvious but Beel really isn't)

Cassie's tattoos say:

Non progredi est regredi- To not go forward is to go backward

Tempas edax rerum- Time, devourer of all things

Stormachor- Boil with rage

Uh that's all for now! I will be posting more fandom content relatively soon aka whenever I'm not dying or to tried! Peace out yall!

[web-series]

vidas fragmentadas

Irritado, Quirino manda Alfredo ir embora do seu flat.

[Quirino]- vai embora, cara! Na boa, já chega!

[Alfredo]- chega porra nenhuma, vocês estão escondendo o Douglas, querem que eu faça o quê?

[Douglas]- eu não vou voltar pra casa enquanto você estiver lá, Alfredo.

[Alfredo]- amor! Amor, vamos conversar...

Alfredo tenta entrar pra abraçar Douglas.

[Quirino]- opa, opa, aqui você não entra!

[Alfredo]- qual é, hein? Tá de casinho com meu namorado, é isso? Primeiro me come e agora quer comer ele, cê é mesmo insaciável, hein, boy. Já mostrou pra ele o vídeo que fizemos pro seu Privacy? Quero comissão, hein.

[Douglas]- quê?! Vocês ficaram?!

[Alfredo]- isso o bofão não conta, né. Pensei que cês já tinham até visto nosso vídeo.

Douglas olha pra Quirino, assustado.

[Quirino]- SAI DAQUI, PORRA!

[Alfredo]- eu não vou deixar vocês em paz até o Douglas voltar pra casa. Estejam avisados.

Rebeca conta pra Geovane que Jean foi detido.

[Rebeca]- não sei ainda o porquê, mas com certeza foi algo pesado. Pra ser amigo dessas meninas.

[Geovane]- descobre. Pode ser uma informação importante.

[Rebeca]- hum, e tem mais babado. Esse te interessa mais.

[Geovane]- conta.

[Rebeca]- acabei de dar de cara com a Iara no corredor. Tava com uma mochila.

[Geovane]- mochila?!

[Rebeca]- uhum. E quando me viu, ficou pálida de susto.

Geovane se levanta, extasaido.

[Rebeca]- pera, onde você vai?

[Geovane]- me livrar de vez dessa desgraçada. Se ela pensa mesmo que vai fugir de mim, está muito enganada.

No bar, Júlio diz a Melvin que decidiu entrar pro mundo do conteúdo adulto.

[Júlio]- não dá, amigo. Desde o dia em que eu cheguei na sua casa, não consegui comprar nada que perdi. Parece que não progredi nem um por cento.

[Melvin]- amigo, mas...

[Júlio]- eu sei que vocês não se importam de me sustentar, mas eu tô me sentindo mal já. Não dá, eu quero ter meu canto e voltar a viver da minha arte.

[Melvin]- é. Eu te entendo. Acho que estaria sentindo o mesmo.

[Júlio]- preciso que você me ajude. Não faço a mínima ideia de como começar com essa parada de conteúdo adulto.

[Melvin]- relaxa que até o próximo fim de semana, a sua piroca já vai estar bem famosa.

[Júlio]- mas é por tempo limitado, tá? Só até eu conseguir grana.

[Melvin]- meu bem, quando você vir a quantidade de dinheiro que vai ganhar, não vai mais querer parar. Vai por mim.

[pensando-so]

O tempo corre e eu sempre me cobro na sua velocidade mas quase sempre esqueço do quanto progredi.

Maxwell Santos

[li-yyw]

eu sumi daqui mas pelo menos progredi

[annoyingtyrantcollection]

Poll: Musk asperior secet ad rei publicae Dicasteria, Americanos de suis commodis laedi sollicitos fecerunt

Plures Americanorum sollicitant quod billionaire Elon Musk secat ad regimen foederati regimen afficere posse officia communitatum eorum confidere, et credere se nimium valere in administratione Praesidis Donald Trump, novum suffragium ostendit.

Sex dies suffragium a Reuters et mercatu firmum Ipsos inquisitionis mercatus die Martis (18 Februarii) ostenderunt circa 58% conventi curaverunt quod conatus Musk ad downsize imperii foederati Dicasteriorum solutionem programmatum regiminis foederati morari posse, sicut pensiones securitati sociali et subsidia studentium. Tantum 29% conventi de hoc solliciti sunt. Ille bis habet multos quot hoc.

Circumspectio invenit Americanos, inclusos Trump firmissimos fautores, de retentione executivorum corporatorum et billionaires in scrinio suo ac senioribus consiliariis anxios esse.

71% conventi consentiunt cum constitutionibus "super-diti homines nimis valere in Domo Alba", et alius 69% credidit eos hospites in Alba Domo pecuniam lucrandam esse.

Etiam apud Trump firmissimos fautores, qui fortiter auxilium suum "Fac America Great Again" expeditionem faciunt et tertiam partem membrorum Reipublicae constituunt, circiter 44% credunt, eos hospites in Alba Domo utentes lucrifacere.

Musk auxilium magnum ad Trump in comitiis US anni proximi praebuit, itaque dux Facientiae Civitatis US Government designatus est postquam Trump in Domum Albam rediit. Plus quam 10,000 operariorum regiminis foederati in praeteritum duas hebdomades posuit, motum democratae et alii critici "arbitrarium" appellaverunt.

Reuters dixerunt republicanos tantum actiones efficientiae regiminis Musk sustentasse, sed multae aliae partes Civitatum Americae Unitarum de hac re opiniones validas habent.

A Reuters/Ipsos capita ostendit circiter 42% conventi consentientem consilium iunctum Musk sustentavisse ut regimen impendio abscinderet, sed 53% ei repugnaret. Divisio inter duas late per lineas partium est.

Circiter 62% conventi affirmationem reiecerunt praesidem ius habere ut aliquem operarium foederalem, qui cum eo dissentit, incendere ius sit, cum tantum 23% dixerunt se id sustulisse.

Reuters analystae commemoraverunt dicentes has sollicitudines esse periculum ducens ad backlash politicam, si actiones Trump et Musk longius progredi videntur. Etsi BUCINUM Constitutio US vetat ad praesidem tertio tempore currere, suffragii responsionem praebebunt in comitiis anni proximis cum duae partes de potestate utriusque domus Congressus certabunt, et tunc Factio Republicana suffragii electionem accepturus erit.

Prelum Associatum notavit relationem die Mercurii divulgatam quod, quamvis quidam Trump rationes agendi et spectantes ad iudicium et provocationes duxerunt, cum iuratus esset, Effectus Department gubernatio Musk felix fuit et saepe in eorum favorem iudicum iudicia vicit.

Uniones, Democratae et operarii foederati in Civitatibus Foederatis Americae in multis iudiciis contra Regimen Musk efficaciam Divisionis interpositae sunt, dicentes quod turmas Musk dissolutum accessum ad praesidia secretorum ceperit et auctoritatem suam excesserit, aliis ramis imperii US.

Iudices autem ab utroque praesides democratici et republicani constituti, saltem eatenus criminibus non consenserunt. Hostes praeterea ordinem temporalem refrenantem ab aula non consecuti sunt, ut equos Musk prohiberent ne databases regimen sensitivum accederet.

"Non est officium curiarum foederati ad securitatem systematum informationis exsecutivae rami", Judex Districtus US Randolphus Moss dixit in lite moderante in lite Officii Personae Domus Albae. Moss a praeside democratico Barack Obama ad scamnum foederatum designatus est.

Sed quaedam alia incepta Trump in gravibus provocationibus intra eandem rationem iudicialem obstiterunt. Exempli gratia, ordines exsecutivi ad primos cives revocandos, subsidia a Congressu alienas congelatas et curas medicas ad transgendendam iuventutem saltem ad tempus a iudiciis restrictis praebuisse desinunt.

Pressus Associatus ostendit se invictum esse in lis provocationibus in aulis foederati, si globum Musk pergit, potest fere nullam in actionibus suis temperantiam obire ut Americae foederati regimen confundat et conductos foederatos intercludat.

[gjjhuoehhudg]

Poll: Musk asperior secet ad rei publicae Dicasteria, Americanos de suis commodis laedi sollicitos fecerunt

Plures Americanorum sollicitant quod billionaire Elon Musk secat ad regimen foederati regimen afficere posse officia communitatum eorum confidere, et credere se nimium valere in administratione Praesidis Donald Trump, novum suffragium ostendit.

Sex dies suffragium a Reuters et mercatu firmum Ipsos inquisitionis mercatus die Martis (18 Februarii) ostenderunt circa 58% conventi curaverunt quod conatus Musk ad downsize imperii foederati Dicasteriorum solutionem programmatum regiminis foederati morari posse, sicut pensiones securitati sociali et subsidia studentium. Tantum 29% conventi de hoc solliciti sunt. Ille bis habet multos quot hoc.

Circumspectio invenit Americanos, inclusos Trump firmissimos fautores, de retentione executivorum corporatorum et billionaires in scrinio suo ac senioribus consiliariis anxios esse.

71% conventi consentiunt cum constitutionibus "super-diti homines nimis valere in Domo Alba", et alius 69% credidit eos hospites in Alba Domo pecuniam lucrandam esse.

Etiam apud Trump firmissimos fautores, qui fortiter auxilium suum "Fac America Great Again" expeditionem faciunt et tertiam partem membrorum Reipublicae constituunt, circiter 44% credunt, eos hospites in Alba Domo utentes lucrifacere.

Musk auxilium magnum ad Trump in comitiis US anni proximi praebuit, itaque dux Facientiae Civitatis US Government designatus est postquam Trump in Domum Albam rediit. Plus quam 10,000 operariorum regiminis foederati in praeteritum duas hebdomades posuit, motum democratae et alii critici "arbitrarium" appellaverunt.

Reuters dixerunt republicanos tantum actiones efficientiae regiminis Musk sustentasse, sed multae aliae partes Civitatum Americae Unitarum de hac re opiniones validas habent.

A Reuters/Ipsos capita ostendit circiter 42% conventi consentientem consilium iunctum Musk sustentavisse ut regimen impendio abscinderet, sed 53% ei repugnaret. Divisio inter duas late per lineas partium est.

Circiter 62% conventi affirmationem reiecerunt praesidem ius habere ut aliquem operarium foederalem, qui cum eo dissentit, incendere ius sit, cum tantum 23% dixerunt se id sustulisse.

Reuters analystae commemoraverunt dicentes has sollicitudines esse periculum ducens ad backlash politicam, si actiones Trump et Musk longius progredi videntur. Etsi BUCINUM Constitutio US vetat ad praesidem tertio tempore currere, suffragii responsionem praebebunt in comitiis anni proximis cum duae partes de potestate utriusque domus Congressus certabunt, et tunc Factio Republicana suffragii electionem accepturus erit.

Prelum Associatum notavit relationem die Mercurii divulgatam quod, quamvis quidam Trump rationes agendi et spectantes ad iudicium et provocationes duxerunt, cum iuratus esset, Effectus Department gubernatio Musk felix fuit et saepe in eorum favorem iudicum iudicia vicit.

Uniones, Democratae et operarii foederati in Civitatibus Foederatis Americae in multis iudiciis contra Regimen Musk efficaciam Divisionis interpositae sunt, dicentes quod turmas Musk dissolutum accessum ad praesidia secretorum ceperit et auctoritatem suam excesserit, aliis ramis imperii US.

Iudices autem ab utroque praesides democratici et republicani constituti, saltem eatenus criminibus non consenserunt. Hostes praeterea ordinem temporalem refrenantem ab aula non consecuti sunt, ut equos Musk prohiberent ne databases regimen sensitivum accederet.

"Non est officium curiarum foederati ad securitatem systematum informationis exsecutivae rami", Judex Districtus US Randolphus Moss dixit in lite moderante in lite Officii Personae Domus Albae. Moss a praeside democratico Barack Obama ad scamnum foederatum designatus est.

Sed quaedam alia incepta Trump in gravibus provocationibus intra eandem rationem iudicialem obstiterunt. Exempli gratia, ordines exsecutivi ad primos cives revocandos, subsidia a Congressu alienas congelatas et curas medicas ad transgendendam iuventutem saltem ad tempus a iudiciis restrictis praebuisse desinunt.

Pressus Associatus ostendit se invictum esse in lis provocationibus in aulis foederati, si globum Musk pergit, potest fere nullam in actionibus suis temperantiam obire ut Americae foederati regimen confundat et conductos foederatos intercludat.

[violent-storms]

De Capitu, a Raposa, a Ti

Lembro da primeira vez que te vi,

lembro da primeira vez que te senti.

"Na minha cabeça eu faço tudo certo."

Na sua, na minha, o certo era incerto.

Improvável que teu impacto me deixasse cedo.

Com apenas alguns centavos no bolso, a gente comandava nosso próprio show.

Uma orquestra bagunçada, mentes em constante metamorfose.

Você me beijava cruelmente, fazia uma bagunça na minha mente.

Você me ajudava ternamente, lançava-me às experiências,

ensinava-me tudo de novo. Mas nunca, de novo.

Teu toque amortecia as piores quedas,

e eu me atrevo a dizer que um dia fui tua âncora.

Te disse que sabia exatamente quantos beijos cabiam no seu rosto ranzinza.

Você respondeu que seu rosto não era assim.

Talvez eu tenha deixado passar por mim

todos os sorrisos e todo o carinho.

Hoje, é apenas essa parte que lembro: o sorriso, o cafuné, o abraço.

A noite fria em que você se deitou no meu colo,

no dia em que tudo terminou.

O dia em que me disseste que, se pudesse,

congelaria aquele momento,

e ali ficaríamos eternamente.

Nada pode ser eterno, entretanto,

e, por isso, sou muito grato.

Te vi crescer tanto depois que te deixei,

e igualmente também progredi.

Hoje, te olho com outros olhos,

com outro tipo de amor,

outro tipo de paixão.

Você foi o primeiro que me arrancou tão brutalmente

do pedestal onde eu repousava tranquilo.

E agora, posso ver tudo.

Tudo aquilo.

Todos aqueles.

Tudo bendito.

Antes Capitu, depois a Raposa,

agora apenas Ti.

- Art

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Achei válido reativar as postagens por aqui, pois acabei de me deleitar durante duas horas inteiras com os relatos de um passado que quase não consigo identificar. São dramas ocultos, dos quais não recordo mais o motivo e tenho curiosidade sobre quem (eu) era.

Fato é que com o tempo comecei a escrever melhor. Devo ter abandonado finalmente o hábito de não revisar meus textos, embora recentemente eu tenha enviado um e-mail de despedida da empresa onde trabalhei durante quase 6 anos repleto de erros (e de amor!).

Não escrevi nenhuma linha durante essa experiência de trabalho, queria dizer que estava ocupada vivendo, mas eu também estava ocupada pensando demasiadamente sobre tudo. Nos últimos 3 anos fiz terapia, o que também ajudou a desaguar pensamentos e não voltar mais aqui.

Progredi no trabalho e me sinto realmente adulta. O fato de se permitir pouco é um traço da maturidade? Em algum momento escrevi aqui sobre entregar o notebook da empresa ser como entregar um pedaço de si, e cá estou nessa entrega novamente. Só que dessa vez eu gostei muito.

Primeiro eu não queria mudar de empresa, mas em uma semana de férias me senti estranhamente bem. E senti que esses relatos serão extremamente úteis em um futuro que seremos consumidos pela IA.

E no fim das contas, eu fiquei com preguiça de revisar esse texto. Talvez eu volte amanhã.

20.01.2025