He's actually not that good with breasts in general, actually. I mean, it's not like I really know what it's supposed to feel like, but every time he touches my boobs he kind of just massages them hard in a circle. My guno does the same thing when I go in for an exam, so one of them has to be doing it wrong. And to be honest, I don't think it's my gyno.
Lauren OliverTake down the walls
Lauren OliverSegregation has it all wrong. We should be protected from the people who will leave us in the end, from all the people who will disappear or forget us.
Lauren OliverMots clés love segregation protection
His eyes are the color of honey. These are the eyes I remember from my dreams.
Lauren OliverMots clés delirium alex-sheathes requiem lena-haloway
Alex's T-shirt is red, and for a second I think it's a trick of the light, but then I realise he's drenched, soaked in blood: blood seeping across his chest, like the stain seeping up the sky, bringing another day to the world. Behind him is that insect army of men, all running toward him at once, guns drawn. The guards are coming too, reaching for him from both sides.....The helicopter has him fixed in it's spotlight. He is standing white and still and frozen in its beam, and I don't think I have ever, in my life, seen anything more beautiful than him.
Lauren OliverShe understood then, too, that everyone drowns differently and that for everyone - even ghosts - there is a different kind of air. Chapter 15
Lauren OliverFor a second I think about how easy it would be to pass back to the other side, to walk straight into the laboratories and offer myself up to the surgeons.
You were right; I was wrong. Get it out.
Mots clés lauren-oliver requiem requiem-lauren-oliver
Soltanto dopo ho cominciato a pensare al tempo, a come continua a muoversi ed esaurirsi e scorrere in eterno, secondi che diventano minuti che diventano giorni che diventano anni, e tutti portano alla stessa meta, una corrente che scorre sempre in una sola direzione. E noi tutti la seguiamo nuotando il più veloce possibile, aiutandola a fluire. Quel che voglio dire è: forse voi potete permettervi di aspettare. Forse per voi un domani c’è. Forse avete mille domani, o tremila, o dieci, tanto tempo da poterci sguazzare, rotolare, dilapidarlo come monete. Tanto tempo da poterlo sprecare.
Ma per qualcuno di noi c’è soltanto l’oggi. E la verità è che non si può mai sapere con certezza.
And still the sun rises and clouds mass and drift and people shop for groceries and toilets flush and blinds go up and down. That's when you realize that most of it - life, the relentless mechanism of existing - isn't about you. It doesn't include you at all. It will thrust onward even after you've jumped the edge. Even after you're dead.
Lauren OliverThis is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.
Lauren OliverMots clés hatred
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