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You have to be luxurious nude. It's difficult to move in the nude in front of a mirror. It's much easier to move when you're dressed. But if you can walk around in the nude easily in front of your man, if you can be luxurious in the nude, then you've really got it. ↗
Good Samaritans: Truth, justice and the American way–for them it wasn't only a comic book code; it was a way of life. it was admirable, courageous, and inconvenient as shit. -Stefan, CHIMERA ↗
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And that's when Anna realized that what the wolf had been asking Bran for was death. Impulsively, Anna stepped away from Charles. She put a knee on the bench she'd been sitting on and reached over the back to close her hand on Asil's wrist, which was lying across the back of the pew. He hissed in shock but didn't pull away. As she held him the scent of wilderness, of sickness, faded. He stared at her, the whites of his eyes showing brightly while his irises narrowed to small bands around his black pupil. "Omega," he whispered, his breath coming harshly. ↗
UNIVERS EU voi pleca spre infinitul În care mi-a rămas privitul Și voi veni de nicăieri... Poate mai repede ca ieri. Dar știu că voi găsi mereu... Acel ușor și acel ,,greu" același rău, același bine, În contradicție cu mine... Alți regi și alți martiri mai noi... Unii-mbuibați și alții goi... Și alte măști, alți arlechini... Alți ratați și alți senini. Alte motive puse lumii De vreun proliferant al ciumii. Și alte măști, alți rechini, O, repetiție turbată. Termină-ți ciclu-acesta-odată Și azvârle-mă în UNIVERS De unde-am venit Făr să fi mers... ↗
There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. ↗