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olvidárame de q estes dous tiñan obvio subtexto homosexual e estoume mexando en plan por qué compartís piso si sois más viejos q las montañas

estou relendo, olvidárame do totalmente deranged q é o comezo deste libro lmfao

big day for annoying people (antón)

primeiro encantábame agora estamos peleados a escritura é absolutamente TOTAL libro del año fr

la mejor

saín con éxito da parte na q nn para de dicir parvadas sobre a píldora e volvo estar OBSESIONADA. o bo de preciado é q escribe boa filosofía q ademais parece vir como dun lugar de estar bastante cachondo. what queer theory should always be!

morreu a literatura me temo

estou tan obsesionada con este libro

esto va duro de cojones

Hartjes had wanted to say that if it was easy to get over your mother discarding you, then the whole world would be a different and stranger place. That hurt had a weight to it, a gravity as essential as the Earth's, and it was a kind of natural law that kept them all doing as they should. But he just kissed Simon's throat.

Era lo que sucedía los días que pasábamos juntos. Las cosas desaparecían si nos las comíamos. Consumíamos el mundo. No obstante, nada desaparece cuando Thomas está solo. Únicamente yo hacía desaparecer las cosas. Debe ser así. Vivo en un tiempo que devora el mundo.

wow estame gustando moitísimo... é tan devastadora a imaxe dos amantes desacompasados

un libro de 93 páxinas que me leva máis dunha semana podería non ser a cousa máis recomendable do mundo, a verdade

En aquella época rezaba mucho, apilaba capas de palabras como si pudieran formar un entramado protector. Mientras me permitía acabarme sobre los muslos, mientras lo dejaba que me empujara al suelo, me pegara, me rompiera, yo seguía rezando, seguro de que el dolor que sentía me iba a absolver, de que el fuego que ardía en mis entrañas iba a ceder, me iba a purificar. Y arriba, en lo alto, los árboles salpicados de luz

"Miller and the girl from the rock-climbing group sitting side by side at dinner. Laughing. Eating their baked vegetables. Talking about what, Wallace wonders. The things people talk about when the world thinks they belong together. Who knows what affinities unlock between such people? How easy it must be."

estou reléndoo porque o recomendei moitísimo e dinme conta de que é un dos meus libros favoritos. however. a traducción é TERRIBLE está plagada de calcos do inglés HORROROSOS e por algún motivo ten que chamarlle "el posgrado" á tese???

vieja grita a nube

boísimas noticias pensei que perdera este libro pero resulta que levaba seis meses debaixo dunha montaña de lana👍

levo cinco minutos lendo isto e se lle pasa algo a erica slaughter mato a todos os meus compañeiros de traballo e a min mesma

oh honey estou a punto de ter unha fase INTENSA de james tynion iv...

estame gustando moitísimo, é unha mirada súper intelixente á autoficción, nada autocompasivo e súuuper lésbico

"Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone."

Its so hard for a queer person to become an adult. Deprived of the markers of life's passage, they lolled about in a neverland dreamworld. They didn't get married.They didn't have children.They didn't buy homes or have job-jobs.The best that could b aimed for was an academic placement n a lover who eventually tired of pansexual sport-fucking and settled down w u to raise a rescue animal in a rent-controlled apartment

And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much of it was mine to keep.

síntoo é que eu esfórzome pero o único que lle vexo a este libro é que é totalmente derivativo de mil millóns de obras anteriores, das cales moitas son máis complexas e mellores

a capa de permafrost q cubre o meu corazón agrietouse un pouco onte pola noite lendo isto

q locura jefe

"It wasn't that my mother and father did not love me, or don't love me even now; they do in their own resigned, puzzled way. I was constantly aware of being separate from them, a foster child in an inappropriate home. [...] There was nothing I could do, nothing I could touch. My childhood had no gravity. I floated dumbly through it, reaching out to grab for doorknobs, bedposts. I could not grab for people."