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Well Geryon just another Saturday morning me laughing you crying…just like the old days.

Just like the old days, Geryon says too.

KILL MEEEEEEE PLS PLS PLS

There is one thing i want from you.
Tell me.
Want to see you use those wings.

Geryon stared up through pine branches at Venus.

You love him?
In my dreams I do.
Your dreams?
Dreams of the old days.
When you first knew him?
Yes, when I—knew him.

He has not flown for years but why not be a black speck raking its way toward the crater of Icchantikas [desire] on icy possibles…this is a memory of our beauty.

Herakles u are so much like my ex its nauseating

oh my god. The volcanos are back <\3

“Who can a monster blame for being red?”
“I said looks like time for you to go home to bed.”

“Yellow? Said Geryon and he was thinking Yellow! Yellow! Even in dreams / he doesn’t know me at all!”

“I want you to be free / don’t want to be free want to be with you.”

“A man moves through time. It means nothing except that, like a harpoon once thrown he will arrive.”

“Geryon’s whole body formed one arch of a cry—upcast to that custom, the human custom of wrong love.”

“Then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches.” P. 39

“and there it was one of those moments / that is the opposite of blindness.” P. 39

“Not touching / but joined in astonishment as two cuts lie parallel in the same flesh.” P. 45

‘How does distance look?’ Is a simple, direct question. It extends from a spaceless within / to the edge of what can be loved. It depends on light.” P.43

“not some wounded angel after all” p.54

“the skin of the soul / is a miracle of mutual pressures. / millions of kilograms of force pounding up from the earth’s core…to meet /the cold air of the world and stop. / as we do, just in time.” P.60

“Thank you for offering,” I say. “Thanks, Mom. That’s incredibly nice of you.”

“Of course,” she says, but I can tell she’s impressed herself too. To the point where she goes even further. “I’m here,” she says, with wonder, “if you need me.”

We are maybe both realizing I called her “mom.”

Khallas this is agonising.

“He’s beautiful. He’s making beauty. He doesn’t feel like a man or a kid or a boy. He feels like a god. . . James watches Alex feel like a god.”

“James and I are family and not. Teacher-student, and not. Confidants, and not. I could be his daughter, but I’m not.”

Yeah. This is going to eat. (Reading in Central Park. Additional points for the atmos)

Loves long lost. Page 14. Lives were changed.

Transcribed it into my journal and everything…

“I am the captain of this catastrophe” best friend-ism goes craaaazy.

“Where is she? Come back from the dead?”

“You’re looking at her. Now stop interrupting.”

even if I have already approximated where this is going, the wit and flirting is all worth it (knowing Rachel, I’m totally off)

she’s going toe to toe with that man yeeehawww