The guardians of the cave are invunches, horrifying beings formed by the brujos from firstborn male babies, kidnapped before baptism. The method for transforming the baby into an invunche is as macabre as it is improbable: they break one of his legs, twist it, and stick it under the skin of his back, so he'll only be able to get around on three limbs and won't escape; then they apply an ointment that makes him grow a thick hide, like a billy goat's; they split his tongue like a snake's and feed him on the rotted flesh of a female corpse and the milk of an Indian woman. In comparison, a zombie can consider itself lucky. I wonder what kind of depraved mind comes up with horrific ideas like that .
“There was a girl, and her uncle sold her. Put like that it seems so simple. No man, proclaimed Donne, is an island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each other's tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature and
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“Why can’t you leave?” “I just can’t.” “What if I don’t love you anymore?” “Then I’ll make you love me again.”
“Kiss me.” “Why?” “Please kiss me.” “You want to kiss a monster?” “I never said I was normal.” “You’re an annoying fucking existence.” “Still, you’re here.” “That I am.” “Kiss me, then, Jeremy. Just—“
THEM <3
And she decided then that she was never, ever letting go of him. She wished there was a way to tether her heart to his, so that even when they were apart they would still be attached. There were things in the this world to be truly afraid of, but loving Julian was not one of them.
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If it's true that every seven years each cell in your body dies and is replaced then I have truly inherited my life from a dead man and the misdeeds of those times have been forgiven and buried with the bones.
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And then, I realised what I do with with an idea... You can change the world.
Love will remain, sex will be gone, and then love has a purity and a beauty and a sacredness of its own.
Never stop learning
"You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder or your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics. There is only one thing for it then -- to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhausted, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting"
Sayfa 97 - Hutchinson London
Trauma can also change a person beyond recognition. Sometimes you look at other people, then look in the mirror, and you feel hollow inside. You think, how did I become like this? I don’t even recognize myself. Ordinary people pursue things, nothing but houses, cars, careers, love, position, dreams. They’re busy every day, each one of them holding a bellyful of worries and happiness. Their worries are genuine feelings, and their happiness is sincere. They don’t know what ‘inconstancy’ is. They think that today is the same as yesterday is the same as tomorrow. They won’t think, ‘I’m only an ant sitting on a dead leaf floating in the river that can overturn any time.’ But you’re different. You can’t spend your days like that. You’re like a hen that’s had its feathers scared off by a firework and can’t lay eggs anymore.—You look at other people and think that all the things they’re pursuing are illusions. You can’t treat them as real. They can vanish just like that. You have nightmares every day. Your head is full of vain hopes. You’re irritable, worried, anxious for absolutely no reason… And It doesn’t pass. These things never pass.
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“I miss you', he admitted. 'I'm here', she said. 'That's when I miss you most. When you're here. When you aren't here, when you're just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it's easier then.”
“People believe, thought Shadow. It's what people do. They believe, and then they do not take responsibility for their beliefs; they conjure things, and do not trust the conjuration. People populate the darkness; with ghosts, with gods, with electrons, with tales. People imagine, and people believe; and it is that rock solid belief, that makes things happen.”
a real person with real feelings
And then it was like everyone started waking up and realizing that I was a real person with real feelings. Ve sonra sanki herkes uyandı ve benimde gerçek duygulara sahip gerçek bir insan olduğumu anlamaya başladılar.
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH MY HEART
"I don't want to talk to you," she said. "I want to talk to Legend." "Then open your eyes and speak to me."
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AĞLİCAM ŞİMDİ AMA
"I kept coming back to you, not because of Legend, or the game. But because you're so real and alive and fearless and daring and beautiful and if what's between us isn't real, then I don't know what is."
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