“Estoy poseído desde hace mucho por esta ansia de destripar de verdad a alguien que me pone cachondo. El chico holandés, en este caso, porque es el último ejemplo. La idea me hace sudar y temblar en este preciso momento. Brazos, piernas, por todas partes. Si él estuviera encerrado conmigo en este retrete, y si yo tuviera una navaja, supongo, o, aún mejor, garras, prescindiría de esa minúscula parte de mi cerebro que piensa que el asesinato es algo malo, signifique esto lo que signifique. Me pondría de pie, o trataría de ponerme de pie, y le haría picadillo. Pero como no tengo al chico, ni valor, ni arma, me quedo aquí, escribiendo, masturbándome. Que es lo que está haciendo mi mano izquierda mientras la otra escribe. Pero dentro de la cabeza tiene lugar la violencia más espectacular. Un chico estalla, se derrumba. Parece un tanto falsa, puesto que mis únicos modelos son películas gore, pero es increíblemente intensa.”
― Frisk
― Frisk
“Here, I’ll tell you—with my love I could have filled ten centuries of fire, songs, and valour—ten whole centuries, enormous and winged,—full of knights riding up blazing hills—and legends about giants—and fierce Troys—and orange sails—and pirates—and poets.”
― Letters to Véra
― Letters to Véra
“Dear Milena,
I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”
― Letters to Milena
I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.”
― Letters to Milena
“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.”
― Letters to Milena
― Letters to Milena
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