the sound the world makes when a moment dies

MESSAGE ARCHIVE

"I WONDERED AT WHAT POINT THE SILLY, SHAM BLUE OF THE SKY TURNED BLACK."

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  • f1oating:

    “my hands want to hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss with mouths full of flowers or fish, of living movements, of dark fragrance. and if we bite each other, the pain is sweet, and if we drown in a short and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beauty. and there is a single saliva and a single flavour of ripe fruit, and i can feel you shiver against me like a moon on the water.”

    julio cortázar, rayuela, 1963

    (Source: dimensionsofsleep)
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