“Time passes. Even when if it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.”

New Moon by Stephenie Meyer

the sexual tension between me and no one

At the Tate Modern museum in London 😀 it’s my fave !

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