i have made a peace, Joanna. i promise to you that i have made my peace. i have made a peace, Joanna. i promise to you that i have made my peace. ...
oh, where do i start? should i take you to Sid Vicious' deathbed, where misery and self destruction was portrayed as a romantic triumph? or to Giovanni's room, where lust and conventional morality collide over a simple dinner on a Tuesday night? or to the very altar of Heraion, where what you were...
between science and superstition, there were questions and desperations; a forecast of better days, a pledge for inevitable ones. you spoke highly of the man in the moon. lowering your voice whenever his name slipped from your tongue. you would slow your step on our way back home from school just to get more...
for me, the mortifying ordeal of being known will always be out weighted by the reward of being able to hold your gaze underneath the moonlight. for me, the mortifying ordeal of being known will always be out weighted by the reward of being able to hold your gaze underneath the moonlight. ...
i used to break wishbones for things to came through. and now i break my bones wishing i never have to turn twenty two. i used to break wishbones for things to came through. and now i break my bones wishing i never have to turn twenty two. ...
in a dark living room for two, mingled in the silence, i almost forgot that we had to exist. in a dark living room for two, mingled in the silence, i almost forgot that we had to exist. ...
is it true that hell is the void in things that was meant to be vociferous?whatever your answer is i know it is a lie. hell is a myth. hell is a concept. hell is your reflection on a three am pacing session. hell is everything you could've done and avoid. hell is the...
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wasn’t friendship its own miracle, the finding of another person who made the entire lonely world seem somehow less lonely? -A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara ...
oh Julien, what am i if not layers of regrets and trepidations? as youthful as i am, Julien, i might have to admit that God is real. this is my call for a ceasefire. man, did you know how much they would pay for the head of a liberalist like me? it still creeps...
you were talking about entropy on our way back home.thermodynamics. Lorentz theory of chaos. Gibbs paradox. two pendulum in motion. randomness of a system. greater degree of disorder. how cunning of you to hide those childhood dreams under the pretentious notion of physics and philosophy?in a lot of ways, i must admit that...
we were two intersecting lines, carrying the weight of our crossing spot. or so i decided to describe us. drifting apart. going no contact. something that we pledged would never happen to us. we devoted our heart and soul for evergreen before it betrayed us in the form of lost letters and forgotten birthdays....
