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RamingoWS12 июля 2017 г.Strength is not in the body, it`s in the mind. It doesn`t lie in flexing your muscles and crushing those who oppose you. It lies in being the last one standing. By any means. At any cost.
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Those ifs are dangerous. You try them on in your head like dresses, so easy to slide in and out of. If I kissed girls, I`d kiss her. If I kissed her, it`d go like this. At some point I dropped the if like a slip and just wore the feeling, nothing between it and my skin. When I kiss her. When it happens. All of it took place in my head, in silence, locked tight in skull bone and the frantic synaptic whispers between neurons, no clues popping out except the passive-agressive haircut, the incriminating poem.
That`s the problem with writers. Too much imagination.03 - RamingoWS12 июля 2017 г.
Falling for someone is like pulling a loose thread. It happens stitch by stitch. You feel whole most of the time even while the seams pop, the knots loosen, everything that holds you together coming undone. It feels incredible, this opening of yourself to the world. Not like the unraveling it is. Only afterward do you glance down at the tangle of string around your feet that used to be a person that was whole and self-contained and realize that love is not a thing we create. It`s an undoing.
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Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don't guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it's total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It's feral.
And it's relentless.03 - RamingoWS12 июля 2017 г.
When I`d kissed Armin, it was fire. Something visceral happened at the deepest cellular level of me. I`d felt it low in my belly, hard and tight, animal, unreckonable. But when I kissed Blythe it was all air. High in my chest, a rising lightness, an evanescence, all the dark, heavy things in me breaking up and scattering like dandelion seeds.
03 - RamingoWS12 июля 2017 г.
Today I got off the train early and walked home, tasted the autumn air in my mouth. Watched leaves blowing out of the trees. Felt the skeleton inside my skin, this part of me I can`t see that will remain when I die, outlast me. Everything was bloody poetry.
04 - RamingoWS12 июля 2017 г.
Boys are so beautiful when they don`t realize how powerful they are. When they hold it with quiet grace, oblivious to how easily they could rip the world apart.
03 - RamingoWS12 июля 2017 г.
"I`ve missed you so much," I said.
Her hands trembled, touching the tiny gold cross at my throat. "I haven`t missed you at all. It`s just that there`s no color in the world anymore, and every sound is the buzzing of flies, and everything tastes like dust."04 - RamingoWS12 июля 2017 г.
A novel with an unreliable narrator is really two stories in one. There`s what the narrator tells us, and there`s the truth. Sometimes they overlap. Sometimes one illuminates the other.
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The second time I kissed Armin, on the spiral staircase, I held one hand behind my back, my fingers knit with Blythe`s.
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