Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги
#Limerence + #Slip the Veil + #Ethics Becomes Aesthetics с другими тэгами
S/S/
I’m haunted by your scent
When I’m talking to someone else
I’m haunted by your eyes
In the middle of brushing my teeth
I’m haunted by your hair
By your skin
When you’re not around
Are you visiting me
Am I dreaming you up
F/P/
We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.
G/G/M/
To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no оne was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels оn the paving stones, why no оne else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single оne of her gestures, not оne of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.
R/R/
here's my neck: cut it
you'll need a lamb to sacrifice
on your altar
- gods demand blood.
here's my mind: take it
shatter it, raise your empire
from my ruins
- gods demand change.
here's my body: take it
use it, sink your teeth into it, claim it
as your own
- gods demand devotion.
here's my heart: grab it
eat it, tear it apart, swallow it
whole
- I've found religion.
M/L/
He took her into his arms again, using all his strength to be gentle, and let his lips touch hers so lightly he could hardly feel it.
W/W/
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room around the stove late of a winter night, and I unremark’d seated in a corner,
Of a youth who loves me and whom I love, silently approaching and seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand,
A long while amid the noises of coming and going, of drinking and oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word.
