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me? books and cleverness.

A garota dos olhos dourados cruzava a casa distraidamente em direção à pequena mas densa biblioteca. Ali, sentia os livros a observarem intensamente, curiosos. Sabiam que ela não estava presente, que após a tarde com Sr. Richard ela navegava em outro mundo, ávida por respostas. Seu barco não era mais que uma canoa, mas sua velocidade era como a de um grande navio. E esperava naqueles livros um compasso para se direcionar.

Look up.

Don't look up.

sometimes i like to imagine i'm some side character of a random fantasy story, with short white hair and all the courage and cleverness i lack.

it's nice, it only hurts when that fantasy needs to give room to the real deal. but it's better than being always in this reality, constantly afraid.

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Those smooth, spit-cleaned cheeks gave no indication of the dreams crowding her skull. Should she make it to adulthood, the girl would arrive with two hundred and six bones. Two and a half million sweat glands. Ninety-six thousand kilometers of blood vessels. Forty-six chromosomes. Seven meters of small intestines. Six hundred and six discrete muscles. One hundred billion cerebral neurons. Two kidneys. A liver. A heart. A hundred trillion cells that died and were replaced, again and again. But no matter how many ways she dismembered and quantified the body lying beside her, she couldn’t say how many years the girl would wait before she married, if at all, or how many children she would have, if any; and between the creation of this body and its end lay the mystery the girl would spend her life solving.

-Anthony Marra

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