just can’t stand to hear the talk of how their art is more pure because it happened five minutes ago and with a sophisticated yet wide-eyed innocence. fuck yeah
also this:
Then there were moments when she couldn’t hear herself think at all because all she could hear was Viggo thinking. He’s that sort of man—untamed, wonderful—so achingly wonderful that he encompassed everything: mind, body and soul—until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.
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also this:
Then there were moments when she couldn’t hear herself think at all because all she could hear was Viggo thinking. He’s that sort of man—untamed, wonderful—so achingly wonderful that he encompassed everything: mind, body and soul—until she didn’t know where he ended and she began.
I <3 this Exene, very very much