...heart-shaped lips...breathing softly, heavily against my neck...an androgynous, captivating glance... my hand passing slowly through your hair... an overwhelming warmth...hasty heartbeats, breathing heavier and heavier...

It comes a time in every being's life when the idea of awaiting becomes momentarily unbearable. Glancing everywhere around you, living on a sign, with only your own company to keep, rots into a solitary, hollow existence. Adoration seems like a good idea, until you realize you're going to live through it alone. So I went into numbness, hoping that the sounds of you would fade out, and a sort of ”death”, forgetfulness might happen.

I finished the first semester at Sapienza and I'm absolutely sick of taking interviews, but oh well...
I haven't being doing nothing lately, but I have been doing everything.
I don't feel like doing the review on Freud's ”Death and us” essay now, but one day...
I'm reading some old vampires stories from like the 1800th and I'm more and more curious why exactly around those years there has been an outbreak of legends, stories all of the sudden. And all at once. Something must have triggered it. Anyway, I'm quite enjoying them, and having read the true essence of vampire stories as they were in the epoque when everything sounded so peaceful takes meme a little to Germany's Carpathian mountains, and old London. And with all the ”macabre”, I still find it romantic.
Anyway, I don't feel like talking about other stuff now, so...
Ta-ta, mes damnés.