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I have a lot of work to do today; I need to slaughter memory, turn my living soul to stone, then teach myself to live again.
For a while it was love, wasn't it? For me it was love.
"The irony is, people crave love but underestimate it when generously offered."
Home is not a place, but I wish it were I wish home were a place , so at least some days I'd know exactly where to go.
- vesmir
I guess love is funny thing , the way it fades without warning. It doesn't ask to be excused. And when it's gone, Oh, it's gone.
I'm a coward when it comes to matters of the heart. That is my fatal flaw.
-Haruki Murakami
Whatever I go through, I get through. so even if I am not good, I'm good.
"Wait" so I waited and life became a waiting room .
The sun on my back . I smile because I thought I would be cold forever .
But good God, what's wrong with me, after all? What am I missing ? Why this emptiness, this nostalgia? What is this anxiety ? As if I only loved something I didn't know?
"Of all the hardships a person had to face, none was more punishing than the simple act of waiting."
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
Olivia Laing, from The Lonely City.
"To love and lose and still be kind"