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“The blackboard’s black surface was an exact replica of our minds. We knew little, and the little that we knew came out haltingly”

“Unfortunately I couldn’t find a stone to throw at her, but I made a resolution to take care of that matter later.”

“Don’t you have a hole in your stomach? I could stable an ox in mine.”

im stealing that.

“What crossed my mind— so many things were always crossing it— was more fleeting and less enduring than the clouds which cords the sky.”

Tell me about it 😭

I was near them, part of them. I was not entirely one of them

He’s like a bird, never in the same place, can’t stay on one tree. He needs the whole sky.

The mystery of things, their how and why, conduces to silence. It is enough for such men to observe things and recognize their impenetrability. You can see this state of mind reflected in their eyes.

…

He remained preoccupied, still in that reverie which he indulged in endlessly in the fields.

“I imagined I know not what mysterious conversations, the hand inquired, and the tremor replied…”

Regarding the relationship of his dad and the little black snake. I love the way this was written! The imagery

“What was the right path for me? Did I know yet where that path lay? My perplexity was boundless as the sky and mine was a sky alas, without any stars.”

Nostalgia Negra is for all the fat darkskinned girls out there

Self-Portrait on the Anniversary of His Death
:(((

“Wait for him to come back to his senses. If he doesn’t wait anyway: to act would be rash; to act would be unwise. Wait for the storm to settle, wait to talk to someone — a therapist, a BFF, a good divorce lawyer even.

Wait before wading into the deep pool of regret”

Mmmmmmmm

“like her mother, she hated to be alone”

oh man 😔😔😔 im done

ALAIN THE PRESIDENT IS NOT BACKING DOWN😭😭😭😭omg

the President of the US of A said is sending me

A few years ago, the President had met the president of Benin on his way out. He walked funny what rotten luck could’ve happened to his country to force him to submit to such a gangbang?”
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“ It’s not bad luck, Haitians had always figured life was just hard, absurdly so”

Lord 😔 free my people bro

“People around the world tended to presume the dead were innocent, or that each death with its complete finality deserve our pity, even sympathy because a dead bastard, even though he was a bastard is after all, still dead, dealing with a great unknown of fate reinforcing our core belief that no one deserves to die, especially us”

literally like no it’s still f him who cares if he died 😭

“Alain… evolved into a dull and curmudgeonly pothead after the earthquake. ‘If I had any talent for music I’d be on my way to a Haitian Bob Marley right now,’ he wrote to Natasha and his diary one afternoon”

Loool

“I can feel his soul’s glow within my own. It burns in our world still. If it had been extinguished, I would know. Because we are one, two side sides of the same coin, alpha and omega. one true love”
thisssss this passion is just sockcncdjdn I CANR HOLD IT BACK ANYMORE. it’s coming out of me like that one wolf photo.

“… for she was naturally frugal with her love, nipping it in the bud early and often in her young life, except once it’s not like she had much choice the young man’s presence in her life seemed to ignite her life as if she didn’t exist without his attention the connection felt normal and permanent and urgent permanently urgent.”

I love the way their love is written

“he always touched her whenever she was near lightly sharply sometimes pointedly always possessively intensively and suggestively his whole body spoke to hers whenever possible. Tickling burst of excitement would fill her with each contact almost literally lighting her up.”

OKAYYYYY✍️🔥 I got tears in my eyes

“A dark eyed London cop turned blue-helmeted United Nations neocolonialist masquerading as a peacekeeper” clock it

“They got the country they worked for. They had the ambitions of children, so we treated them like children. What are you going to do, send all of us Haitians to hell because we had the attention span and work ethic of an orgasm?” HELP ME?!??? 😭😭😭😭😭😭

“It was the president of Haiti, her husband” WHAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“Slow like snowflakes, they fell to the ground. No hurry. It was as if they wanted to take in the view from up there. As if they wanted Natasha and the wounded Haitians all around her to bow in awe of them.”

the story is cute so far but not much detective work is going down

ahhhh this paragraph about getting older 😣

Guerrero Iraola needs to die

bro no way he impregnated the Head and named her Jasmine 😭😭😭 wtf is his wife gonna think…