It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.
Everyone has something of beauty about them. But loving lets you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk. When you first love, you look blind and you see it all as the glorious, beloved who...
But loving let's you look, and look, and look again. You notice the back of a hand, the turn of a head, the way of a walk.
Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.
The Society wants us to be afraid of dying. But I'm not. I'm only afraid of dying wrong.
Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.
In the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how you let it go.
The most reckless thing of all.
Because in the end you can't always choose what to keep. You can only choose how to let it go.
The rain turns lighter, turns to snow. And I have a sense that we have not yet arrived, that we are still reaching. For each other. For who we are meant to be.
If you love someone, if someone loved you, if they taught you to write and made it so you could speak, how can you do nothing at all? You might as well take their words out of the dirt and try to snatch them from the wind. Because once you love, it i...
And it is strange that absence can feel like presence.
I'll go over again and again until I've finally crossed to where he is
