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she'd heard on clock radio that there were seven billion people in the world. she felt lost. but with the tendency she had to be happy she immediately consoled herself: there vere seven billion people to help her.

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and even sadness was something for rich people, for people who could afford it, for people who didn't have anything better to do. sadness was a luxury.

meanwhile the clouds are white and the sky is all blue. why so much god? why not a little for men.

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so she repented. since she wasn't quite sure for what, she repented entirely and for everything. the preacher also said that seeking revenge is a mortal sin. so she didn't seek revenge. yes, patience always pays off in the end. really?

quell'oomf che legge tutto

an angel bears it all

i move, and i move the carcass of a hundred different things, and my carcass drags along too. my carcass of a hundred carcasses.

"my first memory of my father [...] he was angry. i met him angry"

"Why does Adam keep trying to find you in the dreams these past few days?"
Tamquam
"And why," Bryde went on, "are you keeping him out?"

“the mirror showed him the truth of the nightwash, and it made him feel even stranger. he always saw it as toxic. as defeat. as a symbol or failing to dream, of being weak far from the ley line. but the mirror said: this nightwash is from trying.”

maggie mischaracterized ronan. yes its her own character no he would not feel better abt no longer having a phone knowing that adam wasnt replying anyways. hed feel worse abt it. are u kidding

agony of digging a knife into the soil of your body. ta, ta, ta, ta. the regret and the scarves and weight of your shame disguised as jewelry. let this flesh become the cosmos.

agony of digging a knife into the soil of your body. ta, ta, ta, ta. the regret and the scarves and weight of your shame disguised as jewelry. let this flesh become the cosmos.

they did not notice their feathers had grown filthy and wet, nor that they would never dry. they dug, but there was no other garden, there was no other paradise, and the doves would never be pure again.

remì che libro mi hai consigliato. remì che libro mi hai prestato. sento già the nicosraf worms eating away at my brain till the book is the one thing left in it. OGUGHHHGHHGHHGH

(Lo spettro s'allontana)
MARCELLO: S'è offeso.

FUCK!

"oh, perché il mondo non è un deserto?"