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@danisavin​ : THAT NIGHT

“Hey. You've reached Dani. Can’t come to the phone right now. Just leave a message.” “Oh, um hey. It’s me, it’s dad. I’ve tried ringing a few times but you aren’t picking up so just trying again. You know. I’m just calling because well, you’re still not back and um, here’s the thing- I’m worried. Look, I feel lousy about how things went the other night and I know you’re mad at me because you think that this is what you want but look just-- ring me when you get this alright? I just want to make sure you’re safe. Come home and we can talk about this, okay? Sorry. Again. I love you fericire.”

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“A light which lives on what the flames devour, a grey landscape surrounding me with scorch, a { c r u c i f i x i o n } by a single wound, a sky and earth that darken by each hour, a sob of blood whose red ribbon adorns a lyre without a { p u l s e }, and oils the torch, a tide which stuns and strands me on the reef, a scorpion scrambling, stinging in my chest-- this is the wreath of love, this bed of thorns is where I dream of you stealing my rest, haunting these sunken ribs cargoed with { g r i e f }. I sought the peak of prudence, but I found the hemlock-brimming valley of your heart, and my own thirst for bitter truth and art.”

 - Stigmata of Love (Federico Garcia Lorca)