In photographs of us together, she is always looking at the camera, and I am always looking at her.
When I wear her clothes, I just feel safer, like she's whispering in my ear.
Let me just unsubscribe to my own mind already, because I don't get any of it.
There were once two sisters who were not afriad of the dark because the dark was full of the other's voice across the room, because even when the night was thick and starless they walked home together from the river seeing who could last the longest ...
I can't shove the dark out of my way.
¿Cómo voy a sobrevivir a esta añoranza? ¿Cómo lo hacen otros? La gente muere constantemente. Todos los días. A todas horas. Hay familias por todo el mundo mirando camas donde ya no duerme nadie, zapatos que ya nadie se pone. Familias que ya no ...
Y hay que ver, esos libros sobre el duelo son una mierda, todos iguales, una porquería total al cien por cien.
My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how ...
Everyone has always said I look like Bailey, but I don't. I have grey eyes to her green, an oval face to her heart-shaped one, I'm shorter, scrawnier, paler, flatter, plainer, tamer. All we shared is a madhouse of curls that I imprison in a ponytail ...
There once was a girl who found herself dead. She peered over the ledge of heaven and saw that back on earth her sister missed her too much, was way too sad, so she crossed some paths that would not have crossed, took some moments in her hand shook t...
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
Me would like an invisibility cloak to get the hell out of this mess.
I have a very low eerie threshold.
She's a sun-kissed beach girl who goes gothgrungepunkhippierockeremocoremetalfreakfashionistabraingeekboycrazyhiphoprastagirl to keep it under wraps.
Someone might as well roll up the whole sky, pack it away for good.
I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her?
There are people everywhere standing in line at the movies, buying curtains, walking dogs, while inside, their hearts are ripping to shreds.
grief is a house where the chairs have forgotten how to hold us the mirrors how to reflect us the walls how to contain us grief is a house that disappears each time someone knocks at the door or rings the bell a house that blows into the air at the s...
