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He smiled in a way that made me want to strip naked, right there. But he was all manners, trying to show me the architect who had commissioned him, the lady with the gray hair "over there." He pointed at a table with three women, all of them identically nondescript and gray-haired in such a consistently German and organic-produce-only way that it was impossible to discern Gabriela von Ascheberg, but I nodded.
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Sometimes I was sure that what flickered between us was real, that despite everything, I could reveal my true self to him, all my secrets, and still be loved. Bur underneath, a new suspicion smoldered, a fear that nothing he said was about me at all, and that when he touched me, it wasn't about me either.
That his hands were grasping not for me but for something he had lost inside himself: morning light …
— 1 hour, 23 min ago
That his hands were grasping not for me but for something he had lost inside himself: morning light …
Mriya 🇺🇦
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Our professors were never the hot young people that students in movies had affairs with. Instead, they smelled of salami and old dust and possessed the aura of an orthopedic shoe-something that was undeniably good for you and served a purpose, but nothing you wanted to flirt with.
— 3 hours, 42 min ago
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No, in some deep part of my soul I knew that this type of life was also a life of purity, a purity of experience rather than of honor and abstinence. I want to live! I want to live! every little cell in my body screamed.
— Apr 07, 2025 02:08AM
Mriya 🇺🇦
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I wanted love and everything around it—I wanted what my male cousins had, which was the privilege to be unbounded by an ancient idea of honor and purity.
Their purity and honor were innate and untouchable, while ours was subject to the ubiquitous threat of being besmirched, and thus our every movement had to be girdled.
— Apr 07, 2025 02:07AM
Their purity and honor were innate and untouchable, while ours was subject to the ubiquitous threat of being besmirched, and thus our every movement had to be girdled.
Mriya 🇺🇦
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And I knew, from an early age, that I also had an iteration of her illness in me—for that is what my father and mother and uncles and aunts called it, it was an "illness" that she suffered from, an "illness" that sprouted her desire for liberty and sex and wildness and alcohol.
— Apr 02, 2025 09:17AM
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For a while we just lay there on his mattress, dozing, and I thought I could feel the city's loneliness — the exhaust fumes and mulled wine and dirty snow — moving in my chest.
— Apr 02, 2025 09:10AM
