Frasinfinite - Frasi Infinite

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Look up.

Don't look up.

/D . E . C . A . Y/

it's not possible that I'm the only one who keeps daydreaming about what happened.

It’s like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own heads. Always. All the time.

That story makes you who you are. We build ourselves out of that story.

(Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind)

I wonder if there's some sort of silent spell that would cause this strange feeling on my chest from simply looking at those eyes.

Her eyes oh so sacrilegious.

They compel you to discover all the secrets of the universe just to keep her attention at you. Just so you could be absorbed into them.

Clarice Lispector, The Passion According to G.H.