"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???"
You know, it took me a long time to open my mind enough to watch the IWTV series, but when I did, I loved it. Very much. REALLY, I LOVE IT! I think if I saw Sam Reid in front of me today, I would cry a lot thanking him for impersonating Lestat so well, that bitch made me produce serotonin when nobody else even tried. Go fuck yourself, Sam Reid, I looooooooooove you.
“Mas, para minha própria surpresa, não sentia nenhum arrependimento. Talvez fosse a noite, o céu sem estrelas, os lampiões de gás gelando na cerração que transmitiram um estranho conforto que eu jamais pedira nem sabia como receber, e no vazio e na solidão. Estou só, pensava. Estou só. Aquilo parecia correto, perfeito, uma forma de prazer inevitável. E me imaginei sozinho para sempre...”
eu assumi minha personalidade vampiresca após assistir entrevista com o vampiro e serei um ser de trevas e sangue pelas próximas semanas (até good omens lançar)