Lisbon and the sadness that’s inevitable before such faded splendor.
Letícia Russohas quotedlast year
This feeling of love, it transports me, it makes me happy. At the same time, it consumes me and makes me miserable, the way all impossible loves are miserable. I am acutely aware of the impossibility
Letícia Russohas quotedlast year
To him, I’m a stranger. I’m in this state of one-way desire. I feel this desire swarming in my belly and running up my spine. But I have to constantly contain and compress it so that it doesn’t betray me in front of others. Because I’ve already understood that desire is visible
Letícia Russohas quotedlast year
“the bac,” the French end-of-high-school exam.
Letícia Russohas quotedlast year
I concluded with an aching finality that the could-happen possibilities were gone, and that doing whatever you wanted was over. The future didn’t exist anymore. Everything was in the past and would stay there. —Bret Easton Ellis, Lunar Park
dduendhas quoted2 years ago
I wrote the word: love. I did consider using another one. It’s a curious notion, love; difficult to identify and define. There are so many degrees and variations
dduendhas quoted2 years ago
(And when you’ve been hurt once, you’re afraid to try again later, in dread of enduring the same pain. You avoid getting hurt in an attempt to avoid suffering: for years, this principle will serve as my holy sacrament.
dduendhas quoted2 years ago
In the end, love was only possible because he saw me not as who I was, but as the person I would become.