[мистер Уайт]

сборный псто моих гифок из персичного фильма, будет пополняться.
наплевать сколько раз до меня вырезали тот или иной момент, свои-то гифки с выбранной по вкусу цветокоррекцией завсегда лучше
Тумблеру, вижу, нравится формат "гифки из фильма+моменты из книги, где Элио ведет себя как ТП". Понимаю, аналогично рассчитываю, что персики помогут мне и на тумблере добить число читателей до тысячи.

на данный момент 37

“"Let’s go now.“ He extended his hand to help me get up. I grabbed it and, turning on my side facing the wall away from him to prevent him from seeing me, I asked, "Must we?” This was the closest I would ever come to saying, Stay. Just stay with me. Let your hand travel wherever it wishes, take my suit off, take me, I won’t make a noise, won’t tell a soul, I’m hard and you know it, and if you won’t, I’ll take that hand of yours and slip it into my suit now and let you put as many fingers as you want inside me.

He wouldn’t have picked up on any of this? He said he was going to change and walked out of my room. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” When I looked at my crotch, to my complete dismay I saw it was damp. Had he seen it? Surely he must have. That’s why he wanted us to go to the beach. That’s why he walked out of my room. I hit my head with my fist. How could I have been so careless, so thoughtless, so totally stupid? Of course he’d seen”.






“It must have come to me a while later when I was still in his arms. It woke me up before I even realized I had dozed off, filling me with a sense of dread and anxiety I couldn’t begin to fathom. I felt queasy, as if I had been sick and needed not just many showers to wash everything off but a bath in mouthwash. I needed to be far away—from him, from this room, from what we’d done together. It was as though I were slowly landing from an awful nightmare but wasn’t quite touching the ground yet and wasn’t sure I wanted to, because what awaited was not going to be much better, though I knew I couldn’t go on hanging on to that giant, amorphous blob of a nightmare that felt like the biggest cloud of self-loathing and remorse that had ever wafted into my life. I would never be the same. How had I let him do these things to me, and how eagerly had I participated in them, and spurred them on, and then waited for him, begging him, Please don’t stop”.




“I didn’t want to remember, didn’t want to think about it. Just put it away. It had never happened. I had tried it and it didn’t work for me, now I wanted my money back, roll back the film, take me back to that moment when I’m almost stepping out onto the balcony barefoot, I’ll go no farther, I’ll sit and stew and never know—better to argue with my body than feel what I was feeling now”.




“I’d decided not to distance him too quickly was not just to avoid hurting his feelings or alarming him or stirring up an awkward and unwieldy situation at home, but because I was not sure that within a few hours I wouldn’t be desperate for him again”.





“The dream had been right—this was like coming home, like asking, Where have I been all my life? which was another way of asking, Where were you in my childhood, Oliver? which was yet another way of asking, What is life without this?”


























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Comments

[Panda13]

Ох... это нужно прикопать в цитатник и периодически пересматривать ) самый лучший подарок!

Как же Элио штормило ))

[мистер Уайт]

Panda13, уруру, я рад, что этот складец будет радовать и других

Как же Элио штормило ))

Очень жизненно Вспоминаю свою первую любовь и это были такие же ужасные эмоциональные качели, от обожания до ненависти. Асиман офигенно подробно продемонстрировал внутренний мир влюбленного не-совсем-уже-подростка, по-моему.

[Panda13]

мистер Уайт, да уж... первая любовь - это не только бабочки в животе )))

[мистер Уайт]

Panda13, еще ножи и прочие острые предметы