I wake up on sunny days but I don't know how freezing cold breezes of winter find me, their touch on my chapped skin feels familiar; as if I share kinship with them, as if I belong with them, as if they come every morning to take me back home.
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I wake up on sunny days but I don't know how freezing cold breezes of winter find me, their touch on my chapped skin feels familiar; as if I share kinship with them, as if I belong with them, as if they come every morning to take me back home.
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘶𝘱
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵
And so the world is like the surface of a frozen lake, we walk along, we slip, we try and keep our balance and not to fall, but then one day there's a crack - and so we learn that underneath us is an unimagined depth just below.
James Joyce's 'The Dead'
“Sabe o amor? Então, ele ainda não chegou até mim. Talvez isso seja bom, já que muitos dizem que ele traz consigo muita dor e sofrimentos. Mas talvez isso seja ruim também, às vezes me sinto muito só se tivesse um amor não passaria por isso. Sei que nem tudo na vida é fácil, com certeza com o amo não é diferente. Teremos sempre altos e baixos, mas se fizermos o máximo que pudermos poderemos ter mais altos do que baixos.”
(a-coldgirl)