adoro esse pirralha! =)
adoro esse pirralha! =)
Sex could kill you. Do you know what the human body goes through when you have sex? Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere, and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and spasm like you’re lifting three times your body weight. It’s violent. It’s ugly. And it’s messy. And if God hadn’t made it unbelievably fun, the human race would have died out eons ago
minha querida ana reber escreveu a história de uma princesa que negava a realeza. uma princesa plebéia, como todas nós _daquelas que já descobriram que o mundo não é um conto de fadas, que príncipe encantado é um tédio e que é melhor viver umas aventuras com um dragão do que ficar naquele marasmo de sempre
“wanderléia – a princesa que queria ser plebéia” foi ilustrado por elisa sassi
a idéia para o livro foi inspirada no primeiro namorado que a ana teve. “a idéia de fazer o livro veio da elisa, que viu a história e começou a imaginar a cara da wanderléia”, conta
“fazer foi demais, o que é mais difícil é alguem acreditar nas idéias, já que este projeto ficou quatro anos na gaveta até encontrar a editora do bispo”, diz
com a beleuza nas prateleiras, ana espera “um milhão de dólares, numa mala preta, e uma passagem para as ilhas cayman” =)
o livro está à venda na editora do bispo. confiram umas páginas lindas, lindas aqui =)
Appreciation of the art of Henry Darger is unequivocally influenced by the known facts of his life: his mother died when he was four years old after giving birth to a baby sister, whom he never saw. When he was eight years old, his father, unable to continue caring for him, put him in an orphanage and died soon after. Diagnosed as a disruptive trouble-maker, he was removed to various mental institutions until he ran away at age 16.
For the next sixty-four years, he lived a reclusive life, working as a janitor in Chicago area hospitals and going to Catholic Mass daily. Neighbors would see him going through the trash, picking out magazines and newpaper illustrations. Finally, at age 80, unable to climb the stairs to his rented room, he was moved to a nursing home and died shortly thereafter.
His landlord was cleaning out his room after his death and came across a startling discovery: alone in his room, Darger had created a beautiful and violent fantasy world, primarily embodied in a 15,000 page epic narrative, “The Story of the Vivian Girls, in What is known as the Realms of the Unreal, of the Glandeco-Angelinnian War Storm, Caused by the Child Slave Rebellion.”