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"…nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything." | M.B

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Marianne Bonnefoy


“Accustomed to calm aspects of life, she turned, on the contrary, to those of excitement. She loved the sea only for the sake of its storms, and the green fields only when broken up by ruins.”


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Mar 31 Mai - 18:33

Il est mon tout et celui que je veux sauver...
« Je respire où tu palpites,
Tu sais ; à quoi bon, hélas !
Rester là si tu me quittes,
Et vivre si tu t'en vas ?

Que veux-tu que je devienne
Si je n'entends plus ton pas ?
Est-ce ta vie ou la mienne
Qui s'en va ? Je ne sais pas.
»

V.Hugo

Arthur ? Il fut mon premier "ami" depuis mon arrivée dans ce monde cloisonné et sans lumière.
C'est de lui, et de loin, dont je suis le plus proche désormais.
Et mes sentiments ne s'arrêtent pas là.
L'affection que j'ai pour lui dépasse l'entendement. Et pourtant, avec son horrible caractère, je ne comprends pas ce qui a pu me plaire chez lui. Il n'est pas spécialement beau, il est horrible avec moi...Mais...
Je suis bien amoureuse.
On dit souvent que l'amour à ses raisons que la raison ignore. Cette expression s'applique particulièrement à mes sentiments actuels.
D'autant plus qu'il ne fait que me briser le coeur...Et briser ma vie, quand il met un terme à la sienne à chaque fois. Ça me fait mal.
Mais je suis là pour lui malgré tout...Et je ferais tout pour être le dernier soleil de son existence...
Je le promets...
Je l'aime.
Arthur Kirkland
Elle est celle qui me défend dans les épreuves difficiles
« Dans la cuisine où flotte une senteur de thym,
Au retour du marché, comme un soir de butin,
S’entassent pêle-mêle avec les lourdes viandes
Les poireaux, les radis, les oignons en guirlandes,
Les grands choux violets, le rouge potiron,
La tomate vernie et le pâle citron. »


A.Samain

Luciana Da Silva
twenty // he/him // australia
Geronimo! Come along, Pond! Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh... is he grey? I never know why. I only know who. No idea. Just do what I do: hold tight and pretend it's a plan. Thank you, Strax. And if I'm ever in need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you'll certainly be the first to know. There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick. Yes, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Brave heart, Clara. Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings!

Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or, as I’ve always known him, Jeff. Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. I need...I need...I need... fish fingers and custard! Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh... is he grey? Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted. Usually called 'The Doctor.' Or 'The Caretaker.' Or 'Get off this planet.' Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name. Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings!

Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick. Bow ties are cool. Usually called 'The Doctor.' Or 'The Caretaker.' Or 'Get off this planet.' Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name. Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or, as I’ve always known him, Jeff. It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. I need...I need...I need... fish fingers and custard! Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh... is he grey?
Carmen F. Carriedo
twenty-five // he/him // united kingdom
Geronimo! Come along, Pond! Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh... is he grey? I never know why. I only know who. No idea. Just do what I do: hold tight and pretend it's a plan. Thank you, Strax. And if I'm ever in need of advice from a psychotic potato dwarf, you'll certainly be the first to know. There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick. Yes, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Brave heart, Clara. Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings!

Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or, as I’ve always known him, Jeff. Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. I need...I need...I need... fish fingers and custard! Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh... is he grey? Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted. Usually called 'The Doctor.' Or 'The Caretaker.' Or 'Get off this planet.' Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name. Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings!

Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day. There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick. Bow ties are cool. Usually called 'The Doctor.' Or 'The Caretaker.' Or 'Get off this planet.' Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name. Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or, as I’ve always known him, Jeff. It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. I need...I need...I need... fish fingers and custard! Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh... is he grey?
Marlene Køhler
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