#iterature

My hands have dripped of blood, yet they are the only ones I trust completely.

Dorian Gray and Victor Frankenstein be like:

remember when leigh bardugo ( @lbardugo ) named the irish-coded (how do i explain this? bardugo adapts real cultures such as ireland, russia, england, the netherlands, india, norway etc into fantasy cultures) gang leader who methodically assassinates his enemies and who is fiercely proud of his homeland pekka rollins?

First I lost the memory of her eyes, then the memory of her long body. I kept her smile as long as possible and then, finally lost that three years ago.... I try to refresh my memory: I need to feel all the tenderness that she inspires; it is there, this tenderness, it is near me, only asking to be born. But the smile does not return: it is finished. I remain dry and empty.

Esposo: Quiero cerrar los ojos, entre la oscuridad buscar la nada. Hallar en mis despojos la libertad soñada: no puedo desclavarme tu mirada.

remember being drunk?