Forwarded from tsukiyo letters.
мир за окном яркий и чужой. а у меня внутри — тот самый уютный, беспросветный полумрак.
Forwarded from coeur ābsent
— какой любви ты хочешь ?
— той, в которой не нужно сомневаться, любят ли меня.
— той, в которой не нужно сомневаться, любят ли меня.
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the wounds bleed not from pain and longing, like red streaks across a rotten heart. you ask, how long will our eternity last? the answer won't take long. It will only send a light, casual, but cold « hello and goodbye », because it's no longer May outside, but heavy breathing, exciting someone's heart in a warm tremor, and forgotten feelings, licked on shelves, no longer tolerate the nervous beating of our
« everything »
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the wounds bleed not from pain and longing, like red streaks across a rotten heart. you ask, how long will our eternity last? the answer won't take long. It will only send a light, casual, but cold « hello and goodbye », because it's no longer May outside, but heavy breathing, exciting someone's heart in a warm tremor, and forgotten feelings, licked on shelves, no longer tolerate the nervous beating of our
« everything »
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