͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ “I ɑm the ｑｕｅｅｎ ｏｆ ｔｈｅ ｓｗａｎ, ɑnd you ɑre the only one who never left the lɑke” — blɑck swɑn. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ 𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝑠𝑘𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠, 𝖨 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺𝗍 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲…. Com o ganho do campeonato, fui convidada para fazer o fechamento do evento na noite passada. Nunca me senti tão realizada. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ My hands will be eternally cold, just like the heart of anyone who touches. them without gloves, it would be a sad end. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ The human touch, something I can never feel. I don't know if this scares me or comforts me. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

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͏ I see your blood freeze when you touch my undressed hands, you shouldn't have taken off my gloves, my dear. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ Attitudes also freeze warm hearts. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ I watch the snow fall outside my house, the feeling is so comforting. The sound of wood burning in the fireplace, the soft sound of the tea kettle… I really love saturday afternoons. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ A calm and sunny Sunday, fortunately. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ The snowflakes fell like soft poems from the sky, I noticed a couple of gentlemen crossing the street hand in hand, if they only knew how much I long for a touch of hands... ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ I received flowers from a fan in my closet, I didn't question how he got them, I was simply happy with the beautiful gift. I'm happy that he admires my skating. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ I still remember my eyes filling with water, my hands shaking as I screamed loudly for forgiveness, you asked me why I froze his flesh, and I replied, "I don't know" ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ Late afternoons are the best. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏

͏ 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝑎𝗆𝗈𝗋, 𝓝𝖾𝗏𝓮. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ t.me/livonice

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