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ojos con lagrimas en horario laboral como es que recien me estoy encontrando con el señor benedetti donde estuvo toda mi vida

Me quiero matar

“I deserve to get better.”“You do,” the doctor said, with an easy and unhesitating compassion that would somehow keep Jean sane during this horrible session, “and you will.”

yesss girlll anda a terapia!!!

“Kevin studied Jean like he wasn’t quite sure who he was looking at: not with any trepidation, but quietly reevaluating a man he’d known for so many years. For a moment Jeremy felt the history between them and was dizzy; in another he was keenly aware there was too much there for him to ever understand.”

Dios LOS AMO kevin vino a salvar este libro del olvido

“Jeremy assumed Jean was used to Kevin’s bossiness after so many years together, but he glanced at Jean’s face to gauge his mood. The look on Jean’s face, there and gone again in a heartbeat, was almost enough to startle him off the doorframe.“

Digan lo que quieran el kevjean es MIL veces mas interesante el jerejean llevenme frente a un juez

“He raised a hand to get Kevin’s attention, and Kevin motioned to his companion before changing course. The crowd finally shifted enough to reveal the Foxes’ impossibly short goalkeeper”

DIOS MENOS MAL

“After last year’s chaos, Jeremy didn’t have to elaborate on who Neil was. He doubted there was a single person in NCAA Exy who didn’t recognize the name. The Foxes’ vice-captain was apparently born Nathaniel Wesninski and had confirmed connections to two different crime families.”

no me acuerdo cómo terminó el primero pero igual aca estamos. Soy presa del universo literario de neil josten una vez mas

These galleries are hung, mostly, with images from “Frog and Toad,” and he moves from each to each, not really seeing them but rather remembering the experience of viewing them for the first time, in JB’s studio, when he and Willem were new to each other, when he felt as if he was growing new body parts — a second heart, a second brain — to accommodate this excess of feeling, the wonder of his life.

Now he kisses her on her forehead, sits up. “I have to go,” he says.
“No,” she says. “Stay. Just a little longer.”
“I can’t,” he says.
“Five minutes,” she says.
“Five,” he agrees, and lies back down.

VENIA LLORANDO CONSTANTE PERO POCO Y CON ESTO ME RINDO ME DUELE EL PECHO

And so, as the years went by, he broke his promises to himself again and again. He did end up following people who were kind to him. He did trust people again. He did have sex again. He did hope to be saved. And he was right to do so: not every time, of course, but most of the time.

And so, as the years went by, he broke his promises to himself again and again. He did end up following people who were kind to him. He did trust people again. He did have sex again. He did hope to be saved. And he was right to do so: not every time, of course, but most of the time.

On and on they stare, until Jude’s face becomes almost meaningless as a face to him: it is a series of colors, of planes, of shapes that have been arranged in such a way to give other people pleasure, but to give its owner nothing. He doesn’t know what he is going to do.

He didn’t know where he was going, but he knew he would be safe; he would keep them both safe.“And tell me this: I must be absolutely sure. This place I’ve reached, is it truly Ithaca?”—as all around him, the apartment filled with light.

ME MATO

“Listen to me, Jude,” says Harold slowly, and reaches for him, but he pulls himself back against the window, away from Harold’s hands. “You are the most beautiful person I have ever met — ever.”

Me quiero morir

“The patron saint of lost causes,” adds Julia, taking the statue from Harold, and the words come to him at once: Pray for us, Saint Jude, helper and keeper of the hopeless, pray for us—“

Ayuda

“But really, he would know: it was when he walked into the greenhouse that afternoon. It was when he allowed himself to be escorted in, when he gave up everything to follow Brother Luke. That had been the moment. And after that, it had never been right again.”

La puta madre que lo remil pario

In those minutes, he pretended that they were his parents, and he was home for the weekend from law school to visit them, and this was his room, and the next day he would get up and do whatever it was that grown children did with their parents.

Primera lagrima derramada

“His days now were hours: hours without pain and hours with it, and the unpredictability of this schedule — and his body, although it was his in name only, for he could control nothing of it — exhausted him, and he slept and slept, the days slipping away from him uninhabited.”

Triste

“But to him, it expressed everything about what he hoped this series would be: it was a love letter, it was a documentation, it was a saga, it was his.”

"Los mentones ligeramente levantados. Los ojos clavados en los ojos.
El resto apenas importa: una tarde en que el sol raja la tierra, una noche cerrada, la pista de una bailanta, el potrero del barrio bajo la luz rosa del atardecer, una calle del centro"

"Un día va a ser grande y le va a partir la cara al padre y a cualquiera que se anime a decirle, como recién, afuera del museo, que él es igual a Tamai. Un día su cuerpo dejará de quedarle chico a tanta furia como siente desde que tiene memoria."

el hilado de los personajes, la decisión de comenzar la historia a mitad de la trama y de narrar en saltos temporales, de instalar la culpa de todo en la genesis y la sangre de los padres (lo que uno quiere escapar pero de lo que esta inevitablemente destinado a ser participe aun sin saberlo)... I'M UP terriblemente SUBIDA

When the last strip of cloth was swallowed by the flames, I thought of you. If you can come to us now, then do. Slip on those clothes that the fire has borne to you, like slipping on a pair of wings.

destruida

This life needed only one of us to live it. If you had lived beyond those first few hours, I would not be living now.
My life means yours is impossible.
Only in the gap between darkness and light, only in that blue-tinged breach, do we manage to make out each other’s faces