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@pericolosa.bsky.social
· Jun 25
Do I make you nervous?
There was darkness and then there was desire. All things came from this.
November 19, 2025 at 2:29 PM
There was darkness and then there was desire. All things came from this.
We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst.
November 19, 2025 at 2:14 PM
We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst.
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"Don't you 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔?" he asked again, stretching the word out this time and giving it a guttural edge. His eyes met hers in a kind of challenge.
November 19, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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I saw you and, for the first time, I 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑. And so I 𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑘.
November 19, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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The foliage that had set the hilltops ablaze in recent weeks was gone now, leaving behind a landscape that seemed to mirror his mood of late, chilly and barren, devoid of color.
November 18, 2025 at 2:41 PM
The foliage that had set the hilltops ablaze in recent weeks was gone now, leaving behind a landscape that seemed to mirror his mood of late, chilly and barren, devoid of color.
The house was very quiet and the fog—we are in November now—pressed itself against the window like an excluded ghost.
November 18, 2025 at 2:40 PM
The house was very quiet and the fog—we are in November now—pressed itself against the window like an excluded ghost.
Your hands on my body—a touch that’s hauntingly familiar yet achingly new.
November 18, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Your hands on my body—a touch that’s hauntingly familiar yet achingly new.
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It’s better to leave the past where it is.
November 18, 2025 at 2:21 PM
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'𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒' can become an addiction.
November 18, 2025 at 2:20 AM
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Maybe this time. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤.
November 18, 2025 at 2:19 AM
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Look, I’m not certain how to explain this but…I will do anything…𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 to keep you safe. It’s not a burden. You’re not taking anything away from me. This is my willful choosing.
November 17, 2025 at 3:44 PM
Look, I’m not certain how to explain this but…I will do anything…𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 to keep you safe. It’s not a burden. You’re not taking anything away from me. This is my willful choosing.
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There's life outside your mother's garden.
November 17, 2025 at 3:39 PM
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Wistful and ambiguous.
November 17, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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She blinked several times, noting the grey flecks in his irises. There weren’t many, but they were hauntingly beautiful next to the almost turquoise slivers of color.
November 17, 2025 at 3:30 PM
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Before words, there is, of course, desire. Language is the thread joining that desire to its object, explaining its needs, expressing its cries.
November 16, 2025 at 7:24 PM
Before words, there is, of course, desire. Language is the thread joining that desire to its object, explaining its needs, expressing its cries.
Why do you run?
Why do you hide?
Our eternal flame can’t be denied⸻
Come with me, come with me, come with me!
Why do you hide?
Our eternal flame can’t be denied⸻
Come with me, come with me, come with me!
November 16, 2025 at 7:17 PM
Why do you run?
Why do you hide?
Our eternal flame can’t be denied⸻
Come with me, come with me, come with me!
Why do you hide?
Our eternal flame can’t be denied⸻
Come with me, come with me, come with me!
I have searched time for you.
November 16, 2025 at 7:12 PM
I have searched time for you.
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If you didn’t want to play, then you should’ve stayed home and read your fairy tales. But I think that you were bored with your life, with playing house and acting dutiful. I think that you were desperate for something exciting to happen—and I was gracious enough to oblige.
November 16, 2025 at 7:10 PM
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Her eyes were closed, and her lips were moving slightly. It seemed that she was praying. Or whispering to the dead.
November 16, 2025 at 7:10 PM
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Death won’t be denied a companion once he’s made the trip.
November 15, 2025 at 3:50 PM
Death won’t be denied a companion once he’s made the trip.
But I have seen the specter of death, and it’s on you.
November 15, 2025 at 3:49 PM
But I have seen the specter of death, and it’s on you.
If you want to keep love close, you have to let it go.
November 15, 2025 at 3:47 PM
If you want to keep love close, you have to let it go.
The greatest treasure a person can have is to be paid a little attention, be remembered . . . by somebody
November 15, 2025 at 3:37 PM
The greatest treasure a person can have is to be paid a little attention, be remembered . . . by somebody
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Not sure why I'm here. Might be searching for immortality.
November 15, 2025 at 3:36 PM
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Why scream into one void when you can scream into two?
November 15, 2025 at 3:35 PM
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