“I haven’t in years, honestly, but I remember— it was awhile ago now, maybe two or three years ago, I was pretty drunk after a night out. I listened to the whole thing. Top to bottom. The whole discography. Like, the whole thing. Either that, or every single song I really loved. It was actually… by the end of it, I was definitely really proud of all the stuff that we’d made! I don’t really know why I haven’t since then, I suppose I’ve been a little bit preoccupied with my stuff! But also, I’m singing them onstage as well, so yeah. I’m really really proud of what we did in the band, definitely.”
-Louis on if he listens to One Direction songs regularly. (2 April 2024)
It is deeply unfortunate that Anne Rice and white culture is hyperobsessed with Europe as the supposed hub of culture so all the "it" vampires flock to Europe and France specifically, because I genuinely think Louis and Claudia would have had a ball in Rio
"And so, that wednesday night, hiding under the sheets the marks of Vadinho's kisses on her neck, and suffocating in her heart the fear of his absence, Dona Flor welcomed her husband Teodoro, with him beginning the discreet and sweet ritual. But, as soon as the doctor risen over her, like a comfortable umbrella, Vadinho's laughter rang in Dona Flor's ears and made her shudder.
First it was the joy of seeing him there, balanced on the foot of the bed, he hadn't gone forever as Dona Flor had feared. Then joy turned to anger, upon seeing his mocking laugh, that false air of pity on his mocking face. That demon was having fun, lifting the corner of the sheet to better appreciate and mock. Dona Flor heard his voice inside her chest, his libertine laugh, mocking and mocking: - And you call that screwing? Is this Doctor Know-it-all, the master of whores, the king of sluttiness? This shit, my dear? I've never saw anything more insipid… If I were you, I'd ask him, instead, for a bottle of syrup: it cures coughs and is pleasanter… Because what he's doing, my dear, is the sorriest thing I have ever seen… She still wanted to say 'I really like it', but she couldn't. The doctor was coming to an end and she was lost in Vadinho's laughter, dying of shame (and desire)."
(Jorge Amado's Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands, 1966)
This is a book about a woman who is haunted by the ghost of her shitty late husband.
Rolin Jones, "is that a motherf_ckin Brasil reference???"