Love
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Touched and sunk
I remember that ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been terrified of certain dreams. If I dreamed about a wedding, it meant someone was going to die. If I dreamed about babies, it also meant death. Mice, death. Dirty water, death. Basically—according to my very limited knowledge of the subject—everything, absolutely everything, had Continue reading
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The toxic charm of attachments
— Do you miss him?— Yes, especially now…— Why?— Because it’s Oscar season. The Shape of Water — Guillermo del Toro, 2017 | Image: elmulticine.com January 2018. The harshest winter I’ve ever experienced since moving to this country — and the best excuse to seek his warmth. He wasn’t just a great lover; he prided himself Continue reading
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Scars
I like to see blood run. Not in movies, not in this ruthless war that’s consuming the world, not in hospitals—none of that. I like to see blood run, literally. When a wound opens and that thick little drop bursts forth and falls to claim its place in the world, that’s the blood I like to Continue reading
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