#melodramatico

[purisima]

Cuanto me arrepiento de no tener el coraje de amarte como merece tu belleza, como lo exige. Dragáme de entre las crestas epidérmicas en tus yemas de dedos y quitate ya estos sedimentos. Que enfrentar a mi misma, sin vos, oírte y olerte por todas partes, acordarme de vos cada hora, apenas saciándome en tu memoria, sea mi castigo.

[blarsdottir-blog]

it’s a feeling she knows well; one she was born into. it’s not exactly fear, it’s more nuanced than that: it’s like feeling your sense of orientation slip away from your grip, like feeling the ice beginning to crack beneath your feet when you know you can’t run away just yet. it’s scary, but she knows it: perhaps that’s why she’s there, sitting beside him despite being a million miles away, sitting beside will’s sleeping body and at the same time sharing the sunlight-filled view of a mexican market with lito. “it’s gonna be alright”. easy words, but she trusts them; she would have been the first to wave them away like simple preacher talk only a few months ago, but now — things have changed now. they have changed. “we’re here”.

@melodramatico / starter call.

[el-humano]

Yo soy uno de esos tontos melodramáticos, neurótico hasta los huesos.

[catedrais]

O que me assusta é a ideia de que você nunca vai me deixar. Que eu poderia ir a lugares que você nunca esteve, me cercar de pessoas que nunca te conheceram e mesmo assim sentir você perto, ali, comigo. Ou talvez você já tenha me deixado, e na verdade sou eu que ainda não tenha me acostumado.

Igor Hastings