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it’s the most simple words that destroy us. almost words for a child.

I've just read the introduction? Preface? I just wanted say that I think I fell in love with his writing from the very first place.
I guess Thomas will be a name which I want forget

i’m not ready for this

desire does not go out like a match, it extinguishes slowly as it burns into ash.

you can never really let go of your childhood. especially when it was happy.

for me, when i finally realize the extent of the rupture, my heart will break. it is pure suffering. i always figured it would be me who would suffer the most. i even thought that i would be the only one.

and when you’ve been hurt once, you’re afraid to try again later, in dread of enduring the same pain. you avoid getting hurt in an attempt to avoid suffering.

all the same, there is often a staggering intimacy between us, a closeness beyond imagining, but the rest of the time our separateness is absolute.

i know what that’s like, to be the son of a man like that. i wonder if it’s cold fathers who make the sensitive sons.

"Acho que o amo por causa dessa solidão. E acho que foi precisamente isso o que me atraiu nele. Gosto, em igual medida, de seu retraimento, do distanciamento do mundo exterior e da ausência de medo. Essa singularidade me comove, me domina."