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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Misplaced Lens Cap
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Love Begins
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Find me a man whose love language is braiding your hair
Oh Guillén Santángel the man that you are!!
How lucky for Santángel to fall in love with a woman capable of overcoming his curse
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
— F.Scott Fitzgerald
“He smiled, and his face was like the sun.”
— Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
A Little Life - Hanya Yanagihara
extraordinary
moments from a little life
e naquela noite foi estranho, eu queria falar do meu dia com alguém, mas eu pensei: quem? se não me restou mais ninguém.
He took both of my arms tenderly, his dark gaze covering my green one; a slight light of melancholy and remembrance swimming in it. He patted me and hugged me with his eyes. As if his irises were begging to know something. As if his mind was searching to learn something: something he once had, he once possessed, once cherished with all his heart. Something, he now wishes to have, retake, repossess again.
Something he desperately seeks for and needs from the depths of his soul.
- It is as if I already knew you. As if you already belonged to me. Your eyes, your smile, your small round nose, your shine of beauty, your delight when you’re happy, your eyebrows arching, the freckles on your cheeks, the enchanting sound of your giggle, your look, your touch, your soft golden hair's wave, and much, much more that I can’t explain.
He kept me still, his hold getting tighter and tighter, inked arms snaking my waist, gluing our bodies to each other till it became one.
A beautiful piece of art, our art.
- I barely know you, though there’s something about you that makes me want more. A part of me,no, my whole being aches for you.
He leaned against my ear closer and closer, whispering words that made my stomach sensitively churn, butterflies dancing at the melodious chant of his voice:
- Just the mere rhythm of your breathing calms my heart. Just the mere greenish glistening look of your orbs controls my thoughts. You have that unique taste of home, so familiar, so similar, so knowing, so lovely, so homely to my soul. Like an ancient brief encounter: far, old, lost…but that my memories could never erase.
His nose sniffed my skin, snuggling against it, gripping my flesh as if there was no tomorrow.
- You smell like the sun. His words barely made it to my ear, hesitating, shaking, as if he was telling his darkest secret, his deepest weakness.
- Mi Sol. Hard firm lips met mine, pouring their sweetness in my throat.
And our art bloomed.
"The Brothers Karamazov", Fyodor Dostoevsky (translated by Constance Garnett)
Rune Lazuli // Jerzy Kosiński
Fernando Pessoa
― Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Sergei Efron, from a letter to Max Voloshin, referring to Marina Tsvetaeva, featured in Earthly Signs, Moscow Diaries