At a young age, she learned to pretend that nothing bothered her, to dam up any tears of pity or compassion with great, impenetrable walls.
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
their contact creates a human connection that feels as vital to him as the air he can still breathe.
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
Maybe her actions now can be the words she’s still too afraid to offer.
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
forgiving someone is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
Her playing is beautiful, a soft blanket calming his agitated nerves.
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
Don’t answer a question with another question
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
sounds and intonation, a song he wanted to learn.
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
Her voice was a melody of exotic
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
It’s not that they see him and look away. They never notice him in the first place. He’s part of the background
layanosaniцитирует5 лет назад
needs something to do, something to distract him from the bottomless sorrow and anger inside his gut, from the tortured thoughts circling like vultures in his head.