Diario de uma corujinha

Sempre existe um admirável mundo novo, mas apenas para as pessoas especiais. As que tem sorte. As que carregam dentro de si a criação desse mundo

You said last night, “What does it mean? That you love me?” And I’m not really sure.

“Paftarenya mat oocheniya” Is Russian for: “Repetition is the mother of learning.” There are parts of your body That I replay in my mind Like a scratch on a vinyl record, The needle of my memory Returning again and again To the same part of you, Repeating and repeating Until your contours are What I know best, What I love most.

Acordar dentro de um caixão te deixa triste e feliz. Triste por saber que ainda está vivo. Feliz por saber que vai morrer em poucos minutos.

The real horrors of life we so far from his reality that he could only theorize about them, and theory was powerless in the face of death, degradation and pain.

What is grief, if not love persevering

O sono é apenas a morte sendo tímida