I mustn’t put strangeness where there’s nothing. I think that is the danger of keeping a diary: you exaggerate everything, you are on the lookout, and you continually stretch the truth.
b6828346220цитируетв прошлом году
That’s the truth. I didn’t kill Gabriel. He killed me.
All I did was pull the trigger.
Olga Alekseevaцитируетв прошлом году
Tell me tales of thy first love— April hopes, the fools of chance; Till the graves begin to move, And the dead begin to dance. Alfred, Lord Tennyson, The Vision of Sin
anjalibagul03цитирует4 месяца назад
The aim of therapy is not to correct the past, but to enable the patient to confront his own history, and to grieve over it.
—ALICE MILLER
notmeasmeцитирует4 месяца назад
I need to open my eyes and look—and be aware of life as it is happening, and not simply how I want it to be.
notmeasmeцитирует4 месяца назад
Until death do us part.
notmeasmeцитирует4 месяца назад
Maybe that’s what the painting is about. Gabriel is my whole world—and has been since the day we met. I’ll love him no matter what he does, or what happens—no matter how much he upsets me—no matter how untidy or messy he is—how thoughtless, how selfish. I’ll take him just as he is.
notmeasmeцитирует4 месяца назад
love that doesn’t include honesty doesn’t deserve to be called love
notmeasmeцитирует4 месяца назад
The aim of therapy is not to correct the past, but to enable the patient to confront his own history, and to grieve over it.
notmeasmeцитирует4 месяца назад
That’s the terrible irony: I did all this to keep Kathy—and I’ve lost her anyway