Что почитать: свежие записи из разных блогов
Записи с тэгом #Philia из разных блогов
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
R/B/
Her face was slender and milk-white, and had a kind of gentle hunger that touched over everything with tireless curiosity. It was a look, almost, of pale surprise; the eyes were so dark and fixed to the world that no move escaped them.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
M/R/
And you held me, my love, and then went оn dreaming.
Of perhaps a different kind of death.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
R/V/
Her heavy hair was full of the perfume of roses and sandalwood. Beneath the languor of her heavy lids slept passionate violence. She was almost terrifyingly beautiful.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
D/
I wonder sometimes how much you resent me. Whether you ache for freedom or simply rest complacent because you don’t know where else to put yourself. Were you to leave, I am not entirely certain whether I would let you go.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
D/
How must the world look behind your eyes? What must you see when you look around? Sometimes I feel as though we see things similarly, and other times I wonder how different our realities are. Perhaps оne day I might know you. Perhaps оne day I might see through your eyes and know you as you are.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
M/R/
I don’t just want to take your breath away.
I want to rip it from your mouth
and keep it locked away between my teeth.
You can оnly have it back if you kiss me again.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
F/W/
…but to get to the heart of things sometimes you have to cut through.
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
K/M/M/
Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive оnes who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…
Beramode, блог «Faded Fantasy»
D/L/
The quality of her love, the quality of her wisdom. She was, of all the people I have ever known, the highest evolved, the оne who had reached the farthest. She belonged to all ages, she was like a synthesis of the past, she knew everything intuitively.