#concord34

[cntrol]

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

[littlemisscannonball]

I felt like a stranger to myself, like I was no longer living my life but instead being propelled through it by interesting forces beyond my control.

— Sally Rooney, Concord 34.