Status Updates From Siebzehn Silben Ewigkeit

Swirling like water
against rugged rocks,
time goes around and around

Steamy, sultry night
The moist sheets’ soft embrace burns
my thighs and my lips
I search for you, lose my way
I am that open flower

“So this was how we departed this world, Bilodo reflected: by accident, without making waves or leaving a lingering trail, like a swallow flashing across the sky, and as quickly forgotten as a squirrel inadvertently run over on the road. That's how it was.”

“It was a graphic symphony, an apotheosis. It was so beautiful it made you weep. Having read somewhere that handwriting was a reflection of a person's soul, Bilodo readily concluded that Ségolène's soul must be incomparably pure. If angels wrote, surely it was like this.”

“Real letters, written by real people who preferred the sensual act of writing by hand…to the reptilian coldness of the keyboard and instantaneity of the Internet—people for whom the act of writing was a deliberate choice…a matter of principle, a stand taken in favour of a lifestyle not quite so determined by the race against time and the obligation to perform.”

“But the moral satisfaction of knowing oneself to be indispensable to the community made up for these drawbacks. Bilodo felt he took part in the life of the neighbourhood, that he had a discreet but essential role in it.”

Æsj

Husker no koffor eg alltid slutter med den, han det handler om er jo så sykt creepy. Tror han har et forhold med en dame som han leser brevene til, har skrevet ut bilde av henne, drømmer om henne. Er egentlig veldig ekkelt. Håper han dør tbh

rarely is a book this short so boring

har bro hørt om nettsiden ao3?