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I still can't hold it. It still looks like a car in flames. Maybe joy is the distance that never changes and the distance is what allows me to feel it.

Oh to be loved the way the day loves the night. See how slowly they separate? All day long the trees move, each leaf in a different direction, as if by the work of fingers on a body.

My mother is dead.
...
desire is still free.
We still love many people.

So far, hard to get past the second chapter when they made the main character be literally the worst person you know. Isabel girl you ARE getting on my last nerves.

Man do I love this book

Dulzura (sweetness)

Villiam... ur gay

Here we go again..

Pushing to reach the end of something insufferable

Reading this feels so violating
In unbearable ways