*Trigger Warning* I do not promote nor glorify any kind of self-injury. Thieves get rich, Saints get shot.
“Sometimes I know that she’s cold, that she suffers, that they beat her up. I can only hate her so much, loathe the hands that throw her to the ground and also her, her even more because they beat her up, because she’s me and they beat her up.”
(A veces sé que tiene frío, que sufre, que le pegan. Puedo solamente odiarla tanto, aborrecer las manos que la tiran al suelo y también a ella, a ella todavía más porque le pegan, porque soy yo y le pegan.)
Lejana, Bestiario by Julio Cortázar.
Posted on 28 February 2012Tags: #personal #flawless book