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romance is letting someone see your reading list. your search history. the books on your nightstand arranged in the exact order of your anxiety. letting them understand that yes, you read three different translations of the same poem, and yes, it matters which one, and yes, you can explain why for forty-five minutes if they'll let you. intimacy is someone staying for the explanation.
"...And I want you so badly, but I close off. Like I thought we'd get married, but I guess not. Now you can watch me hit the wall..."
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North! The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth!
He told himself a story. Not at first. At first, there wasn’t time for thoughts that came in the shape of words. His head was blessedly empty of stories then. War was coming. It was upon him. Arin had been born in the year of the god of death, and he was finally glad of it. He surrendered himself to his god, who smiled and came close. Stories will get you killed, he murmured in Arin’s ear. Now, you just listen. Listen to me.
BOOKS READ IN 2016: the winner’s kiss by marie rutkoski
Ca’Rezzonico, Venice (by Caffe_Paradiso)
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"...I’m at your altar, baby, I once believed, I once believed I was free..."
“I’d been on my own for ages, and I was convinced that there was no way I could be any more alone, but now I’d finally realized how alone I truly was. Despite the crowds of people, and all the different places, and a limitless supply of sounds and colors packed together, there was nothing here that I could reach out and touch.”
— Mieko Kawakami, All the Lovers in the Night
Lee Se-Young // The Red Sleeve
Eleni Karaindrou - Ulysses’ Gaze.
Asakusa Ricefields and Torinomachi Festival by Utagawa Hiroshige (1857)