The maw of the night is open. The spectre of the summer still lingers among us. Do you feel it? Have you walked on the cobblestone? Still, there is the hot hunger. Still when I look into your eyes I can see: you're not satisfied. Neither am I. There is still more to come. As earnestly as we have been advancing, we are nowhere near our final form. If you think otherwise you aren't thinking big enough. Or you aren't connecting to your feeling. And that's OK - today is better than tomorrow.
Y todavía la sangre llama. ¿Recuerdas lo que dije? No voy a explicar. Solo quiero escribir como la literatura hispánica, no cómo la española, que no conozco, que no me ama. Tú y yo estamos familiarizados con ser no deseado. Y despreciado. Pero sola es una noche entre mil, una noche con pasión y pensamientos muchos. Espero que piensas cuando estás afuera. (Y sí, me refiero a ti como si fuéramos cercanos. Porque tú no eres yo y yo no soy tú pero somos la misma cosa.) Sobre el hedonismo: es el camino al paraíso.
— A. II
LITTLE DEATHS
COVER FEES
SNEAKY LINKS THAT AREN'T ACTUALLY YOUR TYPE
HEART REACTS WITH NO OTHER RESPONSE
GHOSTING AFTER ONE DATE
LITTLE DELIGHTS
WHEN “I KNOW THE DJ” ACTUALLY WORKS
SUBTLE PERFUME
4 DAY WEEKENDS
BADDIE BADDIE SHOT O’CLOCK
FROM THE HOT LITERATI UNIVERSE
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