louise

“In French, there’s a phrase for the random urge to jump from high places, the irrational desire to swerve into traffic despite imminent destruction: l'appel du vide, the call of the void.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul to Take

“La poesía puede estar oculta en los objetos o las acciones más cotidianas, pero nunca, nunca deber ser común.”
― N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society

“Cuando era niño, creía que los padres querían a sus hijos instintivamente. Era lo que me enseñaban en el colegio; y yo acabé creyéndomelo. Pero mis padres parecen reservar todo su amor a mi hermano.”
― N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society

“Carefully, with the sharpness of the knife tucked within the curved grip of his hand, he began to probe my entrance with the handle. It was hard, but warm from his hand. The edges were rounded, smooth as it rubbed over my wet, swollen flesh. "You're going to get off on this knife, Jess," he said. "And I'm going to hold you open, nice and still, so you don't get hurt.”
― Harley Laroux, The Dare