bruises and remnants
@blondedt
22 okur puanı
Nisan 2021 tarihinde katıldı
dante, dante, dante. he was like a heart that was beating in every pore of my body. his heart was beating in my heart. his heart was beating in my head. his heart was beating in my stomach. his heart was beating in my legs. his heart was beating in my arms, my hands, my fingers. his heart was beating in my tongue, my lips. no wonder i was trembling. trembling, trembling, trembling.
“happy” and “desire” didn’t go together. those words didn’t go together at all. desire didn’t make you happy—it made you miserable.
when will we all get to be human, Dante?
sometimes i thought that Dante was the water.
'günün birinde doğru yolda ilerlersem fiziksel ve zihinsel doyuma ulaşacağım...' demek yerine - neden geç saatlere kadar, içimdeki ateş sönene, zihnimi soğuk, çıkarcı düşüncelere sevk edene dek ayakta oluyorum?
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