, We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten. -CESARE PAVESE
FOLIE À DEUX: A arte de dominar, de Camila Marciano. →
Ela me puxa para baixo quando goza. Dá pra sentir cada parte do ser dela cravando-se em mim. As unhas nas minhas costas, as mãos suadas, espalmadas, trêmulas, sedentas. A brisa passa nos olhos dela. Ganham brilho. Um brilho que não estou acostumado a ver. Linda. A cabeça reclinada ligeiramente…
Corro perigo
Como toda pessoa que vive
E a única coisa que me espera
É exatamente o inesperado-Clarice Lispector
Love is Natural and Real
But not for you, my love
Not tonight, my love
Love is Natural and Real
But not for such as you and I, my love
(via secretsabout-you)
It’s a rare thing, seriously.
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“I don’t trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere. Crippity crappity creepies.”
(The Mentalist - A Dozen Red Roses)
| Felicia: | Tell Sydney that I'm sorry. I see now on reflection I wasn't the stepmother I might have been. I'm sorry for that. I did try. I only hope and pray that she doesn't become bitter. I hope that she finds happiness, because happiness is so hard to find, and once you find it you better hang on tight or you will lose it. |
| Jane: | (looking rather upset.) That's true. That's true. |
