Maaf, ya, Noah, cuitan kamu ini lewat di timeline saya dan menurut saya agak kurang enak dibacanya. Saya gak habis pikir, kok bisa-bisanya kamu bilang "muak" terhadap berita yang genting akhir-akhir ini? Please kindly watch your words more. :)
Tadi cuma sempat baca sekilas karena lagi di jalan, sekarang agak sedikit tearing up setelah baca semuanya. Naye, just remember that you're loved and abang will always be your abang for unspecified time. Terima kasih atas kerja kerasnya selama ini, Naye. Much love. ❤️ @cadenaime
And whether it was pity, or their beauty, or that she was older, or some accident-like a faint scent, or a violin next door (so strange is the power of sounds at certain moments), she did undoubtedly then feel what men felt.
Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway
This is my knee, since she touches me there.
This is my throat, as defined by her reaching.
I am touched—I am.
Natalie Diaz, Isn’t the Air Also a Body, Moving?