a world without trans people has never existed and never will
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Do alto do céu, Ele olha em teus olhos. Vê o que ninguém vê, O brilho esquecido, A dor que em silêncio não cede.
Sinto um peso no peito, O eco de uma ausência sem nome, Uma ferida sem cura, Alguém sem solução.
Eu cruzaria o mundo, Daria meu sangue, Seria teu pão. Já não posso ser menos Do que Deus pediu de mim.
Ser assim, Um tanto diferente, Um risco na maré, Um passo além da linha. E mesmo que me tentem calar, Sonharei mais alto. Terei algo a te dar.
Nem que tenha de dar Meu sangue, Minha carne, Minha última prece. Pois sei que tu podes mais. Sempre mais.
Mas me pergunto, Quem, do alto do céu, Fez do vento um anjo? Quem o moldou Para salvar minha dor?
Ele fala, mas não o ouço, Sussurra, mas temo entender. E se um dia se for, O que restará de mim?
Mesmo se o céu for azul, Se as nuvens dançarem livres, Algo em mim será cinza.
Mas um anjo me diz: "Há tanto a fazer, Tanto a dar, Para tornar alguém feliz."
E eu, Que já não durmo cedo, Que luto contra meus próprios fantasmas, Ainda rezo. Pois as palavras não têm fim, E se Deus não muda, Alguém mudará por mim.
Dar força a quem desiste, Dar fé a quem persiste, Desfazer a maldade, Firmar o perdão.
E mesmo que tudo se desfaça, Que tudo seja ilusão, Ainda há algo que resiste: A força do teu coração.
Já não tiro mais fotos, Já não busco respostas. Se tudo vem do nada, Que sou eu, então?
Peço mil dias de perdão, E ainda assim, Persiste em mim A força do meu coração.
Não há mais jeito... É o meu talento... Despeço-me de mim mesmo E entrego a quem quiser. Eu sou um. E por isso, Eu vivo.
A ti. A ti. A ti. A ti.
O amor floresce como uma flor de verão, Breve, intensa, Indomável.
Penso, falo, sigo, faço, Como o vento, sem pouso certo. Arrasto ilusões, Desfaço mentiras.
E se tudo me for tirado, Se o que desejo se apagar, Movo minha própria alma E sigo meu coração.
Não é fácil. Mas há de ser feito.
Penso, falo, sigo, faço, Como se nunca fosse chegar. Tento, canto, caio de cansaço. Onde está o céu?
Penso, falo, sigo, refaço, O amor há de resistir. Pois é da fé que vive em mim.
I finally finished the first draft!
The final chapters aren't that good yet, or fleshed out (at all), but they are finished!
I knew I could do this before September. I knew it!
Now I'm going back to chapter 57 to flesh it out a bit, then I'll flesh out the last chapters, then I'll go over the whole book and fix a ton of mistakes/bad research/etc. (most chapters are red marked by now, 2 chapters need a whole rewrite...) and THEN I'll do the last reading. And it'll be ready! <3
I also commissioned an artist to do a chibi version of the C&D couple and it looks soooo cute!! i'm so excited to reveal it all soon!!
HOW I ABSOLUTELY LOVE WRITING!
I've been spending what time I could spare fleshing out chapters 57+. I ended up having to add a 700-words-long chapter as chapter 58 due to some emotional milestones that didn't feel earned enough. And I ended up with the best lines in the whole book? Somehow? I had to write it like, 3 times. First it was all about a robbery, then I just didn't want to write anything on robbery anymore, then I started writing a whole different chapter. A bit difficult, but I managed.
Now I'm having a blast with chapter 59. It was mostly written already (I said that I finished the first draft in another update), but I had so much fun adding these little silly details. I still need to change two flirty lines that aren't strong enough... but that's what the 5th revision is, right? RIGHT???!!!!
I'm still working on chapter 59, and I think I can manage 40 too today. Only, 40 is soooo complex (on a planning perspective) I don't know how long it will take.
Well, sometimes I surprise myself and it takes like, 5 hours.
Other times, 5 days.
Just normal F me.
Saint Seiya (original series + Hades; boring to most, precious to me)
Moriarty the Patriot (150%)
D.Gray-Man (I love Noahs and the biblical themes)
Dan Dan Dan (funny and chaotic, just how I like it most)
Steins;Gate (the original one. Mindblowing)
Fullmetal Alchemist (crazy, I love both adaptations)
Planet Survival (super wholesome, best ending)
Tokyo Ghoul (I know, the manga is better, but whatever)
Madoka Magica (oh the feels)
Cherry Magic (wholesome)
Code Geass (+)
Darker than Black (I loved the season with the sniper girl!!! One of the best characters and openings ever)
Yu-Gi-Oh (the last season is the best)
Psycho-Pass (interesting)
The next animes I want to watch:
Bungo Stray Dogs
Heaven Official's Blessing
Magi
Animes I hated but had amazing osts:
Monochrome Factor
Vampire Knight
Oooh things are going good.
I'm rereading all the book again (cuz of course) and I'm picking up all those little big problems. It's headache-inducing, but I'm satisfied in finally seeing my book flow better with all those changes. Way better.
I changed a lot of stuff...
As for the last chapters, nope, I noped. I simply can't write them down right now. They're too emotional. I think I'll manage... in a month?? Maybe??
And I'm still hoping to launch it in September...
Fingers crossed <3
Hmmm. Yeah. Procrastinating. You got it.
But I AM writing! Just not in the right doc. I ended up having this idea-like always-and this idea now has 55-songs in its own playlist and a few scenes badly written. But damn, aren't they funny! I've never written scenes as hilarious as these before, in my life.
I think this specific book (not the one I've been working on before, which will come around August 2025) will come around mid 2026, perhaps. Or early 2027. Idk. I want to make it a long book, full of banter and ridiculous situations, so it will be harder to write than an angst book (at least that's how it works for me).
Anyway, the other book? The August 2025 one? Yeah, it's in what I call, "de molho". Which translates as "leaving it soaking", kinda, which means, yeah you got it you smart pie, I'm procrastinating. Out of ideas. Out of the will to write anything down. Hating it, even. But that's how it always goes. Give it a week or two, or maybe ten years, and I'm back to it again just fine.
All in all, wish me luck. Or don't wish me anything. Or wish me evil, and I'll just laugh. Below my blankets.
xoxo
hahahaha omg I'm 1) with sprinkles of 2)
There are two types of writers:
1. 'It's fiction, it doesn't need to make sense!'
2. 'I didn't account for the rotation of the planet and how that affects the constalations while my characters stargazed at different times of year, I have failed as a writer, and this entire thing is trash'
I was just remembering 'the old days'. 'My days'.
I'm so oooooooooooooooold.
Me, my parents and a cheap car.
No air conditioning, the warmest summer ever known.
Beatles rocking through the radio nonstop.
Beetles rocking through the windshield with a ton of their insect friends as well. (For some reason, those insects just disappeared nowadays...)
Coming back home to... sit down and read a book? Cuz no internet, babe. Not even a mp3 player at the time.
(I confess, I'd just stare at the ceiling, wishing it'd swallow me whole.)
Tumblr is god-given, I'm telling ya.
Best thing about music:
When I have no clue what to write next, I just throw on a carefully curated playlist, hit play, and dance so silly the gods cringe from the heavens.
The ideas come.
Every. Time.
(If they don’t, keep dancing. Sometimes it takes 15 hours or so)
Back when I dabbled in digital art many years ago! 🎨✨ I don’t do that anymore, though—those days are long gone! 😂
Welcome! 🗝☕🕰📜🎞🖋️ I'm a Brazilian disabled author. Instagram @fred.wendelin
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