#concord 34

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Often I was so exhausted and frustrated by their failure to wash up in my absence that I cried to myself, with the kitchen door wedged shut and my tears running hot like dishwater. Housework, its impermanence and repetition, its continual undoing by others every day, became the concrete representation of every unhappiness in my life. Nothing I did stayed done.

Concord 34, Sally Rooney

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Nos miramos a los ojos tanto rato que tuve la sensación de que podría colarse en mis ojos, en mi cabeza, como si fuese un árbol hueco.

Concord 34, Sally Rooney.