“ É um grande dilema para mim. Acredito em algo, seguir à risca é algo maior ainda. E você tem bom gosto, a arquitetura das catedrais é de tirar o fôlego. ”
“ eu não alcançaria essa maestria nem se quisesse . meu pai costuma dizer que sou uma péssima mentirosa, imagine atuar, ser outra pessoa ?! deve ser mesmo magnífico. ” (@poemswcoffee)
the papers went against her chest in a protective manner. the sketch seemed too raw, too revealing for another classmate which she * assumed to be.
“ it’s-okay. ” felicia found her voice again, clearing her throat. “ do you need help ? ”
her eyes opened a little wider as she leaned to the side, tilting her head suspiciously to the wall. she furrowed as if she heard one of the voices that accompanied her ( inside her head ).
that wouldn’t be possible. not again. -;
frightening when he did not mean for it to.
whilst he waited for a reaction, stitched fingers toyed with the threadbare sleeves of his too-small coat. always, he prepared for a reaction of fear.
which, he 𝘸𝘢𝘴 a voice in the wall right now so. . . fair reaction, he guesses.
there was a moment of silence before the hiss of her parted lips — eyes close to the cold metal that subtly touched her cheek, making her have total control of what she was holding on * almost like a pro. -;
she took a step back as their teeth clenched. not a word came out of her mouth as she turned toward the man, her green eyes blurred. felicia didn't realize how much it affected her until she slid the back of her hand over her face. -;
she was drawing again, * a reflection of her most recent dream : someone without a face, without an identity.
the fingers stained by coal blurred the papes as she stops, abruptly. -;
“ me lembrou um pouco de alice mas acho que o universo dela deve ser mais antigo … parece reconfortante de uma forma especial, não sei explicar. é o tipo de escolha que eu faria. ”
“Um livro infantil britânico escrito entre 1900 e 1950. Não tenho um título específico. Gosto daqueles universos onde uma caminhada perfeitamente normal pode acabar ficando estranha aos poucos.”