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“Ti senti mai come un buco nero? Un buco nero al contrario?"
"Intendi che respinge invece di attirare?"
"Qualcosa che butta fuori. Un buco nero di parole, al contrario."
"Cioè il mondo sta risucchiando le tue parole?"
"Non del tutto, non ancora. Le parole volano lontano da me così in fretta che non so neppure da dove vengono."
"Se sono volate via tutte forse hai finito le riserve e ora sono parole di sangue e ossa"
"Ora sono fatte del mio respiro."
"No. Non mi sono mai sentito così.”
― Fangirl, Vol. 1: The Manga
"Intendi che respinge invece di attirare?"
"Qualcosa che butta fuori. Un buco nero di parole, al contrario."
"Cioè il mondo sta risucchiando le tue parole?"
"Non del tutto, non ancora. Le parole volano lontano da me così in fretta che non so neppure da dove vengono."
"Se sono volate via tutte forse hai finito le riserve e ora sono parole di sangue e ossa"
"Ora sono fatte del mio respiro."
"No. Non mi sono mai sentito così.”
― Fangirl, Vol. 1: The Manga
“So of course I do what every composed, rational, compeletely nonchalant person would do. I bang both fists again the door and start yelling loud enough to be heard from the next building.”
― This Time It's Real
― This Time It's Real
“And the more I write the more I realize that I was wrong before. Writing isn't a form of lying, not the good kind anyway, the kind that makes you feel something. Writing is a mean of telling the truth, both the beautiful and the ugly. It also occurs to me that maybe, just maybe, I meant half the things I wrote in my original essay.
Maybe there is some small weak part of me that wants to be wanted, to hold hand with someone beautiful in the blue dark, to breath and hear its echo. To walk through the alleys of Beijing with another shadow following naturally beside mine. No, not weak. This is what I need to get into my head. Hope is not weakness, it's oxygen, a crack in the window, the pale slash of moonlight across a dusty room.
Maybe I should start learning to invite it in.”
― This Time It's Real
Maybe there is some small weak part of me that wants to be wanted, to hold hand with someone beautiful in the blue dark, to breath and hear its echo. To walk through the alleys of Beijing with another shadow following naturally beside mine. No, not weak. This is what I need to get into my head. Hope is not weakness, it's oxygen, a crack in the window, the pale slash of moonlight across a dusty room.
Maybe I should start learning to invite it in.”
― This Time It's Real
“Mh". Suddenly he leans in, a glint in his eyes. "Wait, don't tell me. This?"
He gestures to himself, his costume, and I want to die.
"This works for you?"
"No!" But I can feel my cheeks flushing. "Don't be ridicolous".
"I'm learning so much about you, Eliza. Oh my god, this is a significant moment in our relationship" he continues, barely managing to keep a straight face.
"Really, If I had known earlier that you were into this--
"I beg you to not finish that sentence".”
― This Time It's Real
He gestures to himself, his costume, and I want to die.
"This works for you?"
"No!" But I can feel my cheeks flushing. "Don't be ridicolous".
"I'm learning so much about you, Eliza. Oh my god, this is a significant moment in our relationship" he continues, barely managing to keep a straight face.
"Really, If I had known earlier that you were into this--
"I beg you to not finish that sentence".”
― This Time It's Real
“For the first time since this morning I feel myself relax slightly. I love coming up here, not only because it's quiet and most often empty, but because it's beautiful. The rooftop is designed like a garden with bright mandarin trees and slender bamboos and this gnarl looking plant I can't name and fresh jasmine flowers, Ma's favorite, glimmering everywhere like glitter cluster of star, simming the air with their scents. There are even fairy light strung up around the railings and over the wooden swing set in one corner, though I've never stayed late enough to watch them glow. The view's gorgeous too. From here you can see the entire stretch of the school campus and Beijing rising behind it, all that shining glass and steel reflecting the clouds and the sky. This is my trick to surviving new schools, find a space like this, a place where no one can disturb me, and claim it as my own.”
― This Time It's Real
― This Time It's Real
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