Musical Post 3: We don't talk anymore

This is a song I hear all the time.

Coincidentally, when i discovered this song on VH1, I was writing my Princess #6 and her story has a lot in common with this song. 

But frankly, I don't know if what makes me like 'We don't talk anymore' so much is Charlie's Puth' voice, or Selena's (ha!) or the tunes... Maybe a mix of it all with the lyrics that in my opinion make a perfect fit.

I particular like this verse: Should've known your love was a game, now I can't get you out of my brain, oh, it's such a shame

It's another loooong lyric, but I can't edit it. So, let us just sing along. Shall we?

We don't talk anymore, we don't talk anymore

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do

We don't love anymore

What was all of it for?

Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do

I just heard you found the one you've been looking

You've been looking for

I wish I would have known that wasn't me

Cause even after all this time I still wonder

Why I can't move on

Just the way you did so easily

Don't wanna know

What kind of dress you're wearing tonight

If he's holding onto you so tight

The way I did before

I overdosed

Should've known your love was a game

Now I can't get you out of my brain

Oh, it's such a shame

That we don't talk anymore, we don't talk anymore

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do

We don't love anymore

What was all of it for?

Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do

I just hope you're lying next to somebody

Who knows how to love you like me

There must be a good reason that you're gone

Every now and then I think you

Might want me to come show up at your door

But I'm just too afraid that I'll be wrong

Don't wanna know

If you're looking into her eyes

If she's holding onto you so tight the way I did before

I overdosed

Should've known your love was a game

Now I can't get you out of my brain

Oh, it's such a shame

That we don't talk anymore (We don't, we don't)

We don't talk anymore (We don't, we don't)

We don't talk anymore, like we used to do

We don't love anymore (We don't, we don't)

What was all of it for? (We don't, we don't)

Oh, we don't talk anymore, like we used to do

Like we used to do

here goes my Muse...

Musical Post 2: The sound

So, the new songs in my Ipod.

The 1975 apparently is a famous group of which I had NEVER heard about until last weekend when they rocked São Paulo's Lollapaloza festival. Yeah, well, shame on me.

Now I am a fan.

Favorite so far: The sound.

What's not to like? Great beat, looong lyrics to die for... Love it.

Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound

I know the sound, of your heart

I can't believe I forgot your name

Oh baby won't you come again?

She said "I've got a problem with your shoes and your tunes

But I might move in" and

"I thought that you were straight, now I'm wondering"

You're so conceited, I

Said "I love you"

What does it matter if I lie to you?

I don't regret it but I'm glad that we're through

So don't you tell me that you 'just don't get it'

'Cause I know you do

Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound

I know the sound, of your heart

It's not about reciprocation it's just all about me

A sycophantic, prophetic, Socratic junkie wannabe

There's so much skin to see

A simple Epicurean Philosophy

And you say I'm such a cliche

I can't see the difference in it either way

And we left things to protect my mental health

But you call me when you're bored 

and you're playing with yourself

Well I know when you're around 'cause I know the sound

I know the sound, of your heart

Here's what I think of a possible plot: Supernatural! Ha!

Gotta just give my muse time to 

spread her wings!... ;)

Musical Post 1: Cups

Hi,
as you know, I'm highly inspired by music, specially when running/jogging. So, there are some new tunes on mu Ipod that get me plotting a story before I even realize I'm tripping.

One of those songs is Cups by Anna Kendrick.

Several things here string in my mind when the tunes start:
- the cup rhythm... Cool but slightly annoying
- her voice is soft and thin... it's pleasurable but not quite
- the lyrics... does she want the other to follow her or not?

I got my  ticket for the long way 'round

Two bottless of whiskey for the way

And I sure would like some sweet company

And I'm leaving tomorrow, what-do-ya-say?

When I'm gone

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

You're gonna miss me by my hair

You're gonna miss me everywhere

You're gonna miss me when I'm gone

I got my  ticket for the long way 'round

The one with the prettiest of views

It's got mountains, it's got rivers, it's got sights to give you shivers

But it sure would be prettier with you

Of course, here I go imagining all this: a pretty girl with a nice voice arranging a long trip somewhere far and making it clear to the guy left behind he1s gonna regret his attitude. Oh, dear: there's a plot there!...

Here I go...

BTW: haven't watched the movie Pitch Perfect 1 or 2 yet and I swear I JUST DISCOVERED this song!!

A new glimpse of love

Hey,

So, I've been wondering about a new short story strictly to post here, a glimpse on the Prince of Pemberley Dizzy's life.

 

A love love love long scene, maybe three scenes in one. Hot, of course, you know how they are...

 

But also, some problems on their horizon, something to upset His Royal Highness' good life. 

 

How about that?...

It's cooking here in my head.

Soon, pretty soon.

See ya

Fawkes

hello,
there are things that keep enchanting me. 
* The moment one accepts someone else's love and turns into a 'we'
* The workings of fate tossing our lives this way and that
* The conversion of minds and hearts and stars and eveything else to make something work out even when it has failed before
* Being the right person at the right place in the right time

My books are more often than not talking about these things, these magical moments.

And some of them can be joined in a particular situation: 

a come back 

rise from the ashes

Harry Potter series had Fawkes the phoenix, 

the bird has saved the day a few times.

But isn't our own ability to burn up, 

dust ourselves off and 

come back 

a lot more interesting?

I'm always trying.

Sometimes I manage...

❤❤❤

Hooked up

hey,
There's a cool TV show here in Brazil with 4 intelligent women talking about stuff, it's really entertaining. Once, a few years back, one of them related an issue that tormented her - COT (compulsive obssessive thoughts). Have I talked about this here? Probably.

I suffer COT too. So, lately I've discovered myself with a new COT: self-imposed challenges. Here with me, it has to be daring and seemingly impossible to conquer.

When I start, I'm filled with insecurities and talk myself up argumenting that I can quit. I came up with the challenge, it's easy enough to let it go. But I never do simply because I'm hook up on them.

The last one was to write a series of 6 books -> 6 different romances and avoid repeating myself - be in characters, situations or plots. Mmm... not easy but my 'Princesas Possíveis' is actually pretty cool.

Primeiro dia de curso de Inglês do meu filho 😍 sala de espera para mães! 💖📚👏@CCAAOficial #talmaetalfilho pic.twitter.com/ww9jLtqOxb

— Moira Bianchi (@moirabianchiaut) February 13, 2017

Now I'm conjuring another challenge, just as big... For that, have the sweetest research... Shelves full of old, crisp and smelly, never touched books!... This treasure is in my son's English school adorning the waiting room for moms. Oh, what we do for our kids! 

ha!

Bombs away!

hello!

So, here's an update of the troublesome project I've been struggling with. In case you may be interested...

People usually are very protective of the best things in their lives - even if it's shitty for others. And some people can't stand being in the wings. Well, all that together boiled up to two very unstable girls fighting to take charge. Obviously it went south and the project - as it was - is dead.

Sad little me feeling bad for the very sad celebration of Ms Austen's 200th death anniversary.

But, some bad things do come for the best. 

And it takes a push for you to notice your tank is too confined.

always loved this image... Wanted to use it for my first book...

Funny how I'm always inclined in seeing my sins mirroed in other people's silliness. Guilt, I guess. But these wayward girls were so thick, so clueless I got myself thinking if ever I was so narrow minded in my life. 

From now on, will make sure I'm not caught in their sins.

  

yep, that's me!

Good things come to those with a true heart!
Get it?  ;)

See ya!