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A moça tentava não hiperventilar. Ela... Necessitava... Não. Precisava se controlar. Não... Não podia continuar mentindo, mas... Suas mãos trêmulas passearam pela bolsa em busca de sua sustentação, da única coisa que conseguiria fazê-la ficar bem. Ela deu um sorriso de leve por trás do rosto molhado e bebeu rapidamente tudo em um gole só. -- Cria da Hunt e do.Roale

When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest... ~Ernest Hemingway, "A Moveable Feast"

Deze foto weerspiegelt de innerlijke gevoelens van Lilith. Ze moet haar vooral zo voelen wanneer ze elke avond buiten zit en gewoon voor zich uitstaart.

Um conforto distante e certo.

All I want to, is lift my feet from the ground...I feel like I'm jailed here. The sky feels more like home then the dirt that buries my feet.

She closed her eyes and leaned back, expecting no arms there to catch her. Nothing but water and relief to land on.

"I have to find her. Her's calling to me."

Black and White My favorite photo

I ran into his room in absolute panic, sure I would find his mutilated body on the floor, or that he would have stopped breathing in his sleep. I shook him. There were tears streaming down my face. "Luka, wake up, Luka, please..." He rolled over and looked at me, eyes groggy from sleep. "Kenya, what-?" He sat up, now alert, eyes searching my face in concern. I backed up, embarrassed now that I realized how foolish I was. "I-I'm sorry. I just had to make sure..." I quickly wiped away my…