I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up outside the window, blowing in as dust … - Margaret Atwood

Happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked

A great fear came over me, and my body went entirely cold, and I stood as if paralyzed with fear; for I knew that the horse was no earthly horse, but the pale horse that will be sent at the Day of Reckoning, and the rider of it is Death; and it was Death himself who stood behind me, with his arms wrapped around me as tight as iron bands, and his lipless mouth kissing my neck as if in love. But as well as the horror, I also felt a strange longing.

ادعای بی تفاوتی سخت است؛آن هم نسبت به کسی که زیباترین حس دنیا را با او تجربه کرده ای
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