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patrícia
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This is what people don’t talk about. The simple pleasure of having someone else’s body against yours. All their skin and their rivets and the framework of their bones. The feel of their muscles, of their soft undersides, the dips and rises that make them. The small movements of their bodies, the rise of their chest against yours as you feel them breathe, the shudders of their skin.
Oh, their miles of skin.
— Sep 19, 2024 06:44AM
Oh, their miles of skin.
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patrícia
is 79% done
This has no right being so beautiful when it’s so sad🥺
“I’ll lay in the dark and feel the exact shape of his absence in my bed. The hollow creature of it is as transparent and still as the silence of the oceanless night.
I’ll close my eyes and miss him.”
— Sep 19, 2024 11:39AM
“I’ll lay in the dark and feel the exact shape of his absence in my bed. The hollow creature of it is as transparent and still as the silence of the oceanless night.
I’ll close my eyes and miss him.”
patrícia
is 7% done
Look at this writing, god I love this sentences out of nowhere 🥹
When I turned to look at him, just to make an asinine comment about the show we were watching drunkenly, and I saw the look on his face. Lost. Fractured. The kind of exhaustion that goes so deep into the cellular composition of your soul that you begin to think curing it would necessitate a transplant of spirit, of personality, of being.
— Sep 18, 2024 01:01PM
When I turned to look at him, just to make an asinine comment about the show we were watching drunkenly, and I saw the look on his face. Lost. Fractured. The kind of exhaustion that goes so deep into the cellular composition of your soul that you begin to think curing it would necessitate a transplant of spirit, of personality, of being.
