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my first girlfriend turned into the moon | infj 4w5 | she/they
because wherever I sat—on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok—I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.
Reklam
"I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles, threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three...nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn’t see a single pole beyond the nineteenth."
“Kalbimi dinliyordum. Bu kadar uzun zamandan beri bana yoldaşlık eden bu gürültünün kesilebileceğini aklım almıyordu.”