skin of the night
they call me S.
we kill what we build, because we own the sky
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You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.
-The Virgin Suicides: Jeffrey Eugenides
In the end we had the pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptinesses mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name.
-The Virgin Suicides: Jeffrey Eugenides
7 / november. (by 625lineas)
(by if the rain comes)
as Lisbon (by Rafaela Melo.)
\\\ (by M I S C H E L L E)
we knew, finally, that the girls were really women in disguise, that they understood love and even death, and that our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.
the virgin suicides (jeffrey eugenides)
we realized that the version of the world they rendered for us was not the version of the world they really believed in.
- the virgin suicides (jeffrey eugenides)
basically what we have here is a dreamer. somebody out of touch with reality. when she jumped, she probably thought she’d fly
the virgin suicides (jeffrey eugenides)