Hollowness: that I understand. I’m starting to believe that there isn’t anything you can do to fix it. That’s what I’ve taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps.
Diana Rodríguezje citiraoпре 7 година
Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.
Samaira Sharmaje citiraoпрошле године
Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.
Blanca Estela Hernández Abrahamje citiralaпре 3 године
Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.
Blanca Estela Hernández Abrahamje citiralaпре 3 године
have lost control over everything, even the places in my head.
b0614894066je citiraoпре 3 године
There’s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home
b9664625296je citiraoпре 3 године
It’s impossible to resist the kindness of strangers. Someone who looks at you, who doesn’t know you, who tells you it’s OK, whatever you did, whatever you’ve done: you suffered, you hurt, you deserve forgiveness.
b9664625296je citiraoпре 3 године
I can hear noises from the street below: a police siren, young girls shouting and laughing, bass booming from a passing car. Normal life. But in here, the world is ending.
b9664625296je citiraoпре 3 године
There can be no greater agony, nothing can be more painful than the not knowing, which will never end.
b9664625296je citiraoпре 3 године
Hollowness: that I understand. I’m starting to believe that there isn’t anything you can do to fix it. That’s what I’ve taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mould yourself through the gaps. All these things I know, but I don’t say them out loud, not now.