Andy

“The wind whistled, was cool: it was an early autumn evening, no longer a late summer one.”
― Ray Bradbury, Farewell Summer

“We kissed. You were mine. I realised then that this was the only thing that counted. Nothing else had ever existed. Just our lips and hips and sighs. I fell into different galaxies through you, your mouth a porthole to a better universe.”
― Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark

“To my own surprise, I was unable to accept the shame he wanted me to feel. It was too familiar to be imposed: I had produced it myself for such a long time that, right then, I found I had no space left for it anymore.”
― Tomasz Jedrowski, Swimming in the Dark

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Господи, хай мені буде небайдуже.”
― Stanislav Aseyev, «Світлий шлях»: історія одного концтабору