Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
I/K/
There is a beauty in falling in love with a language - the strangeness of its sounds, the awe of watching the sea - surf of a new syntax beating again and again the cement of your unknowing. Learning to speak again can be erotic — the unfamiliar turn of the tongue, the angle of the mouth, the movement of lips.
J/R/
You can pretend for a long time, but оne day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world…
P/
- I've seen enough. Maybe more than I can bear.
- But you're not free. Or happy.
- I am confined. A bird in a gilded cage.
- My bird?
R/W/
Oh, I will break you in
I’ve tried it before and I’ll try it again
But if this time you
Feel your shell has grown too thin
Then I would lend you my skin
I’d lend you my skin
E/B/
I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.