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 Rodríguezцитирует7 лет назад
Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.
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Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.
Blanca Estela Hernández Abrahamцитирует3 года назад
Life is not a paragraph, and death is no parenthesis.
Blanca Estela Hernández Abrahamцитирует3 года назад
have lost control over everything, even the places in my head.
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There’s something comforting about the sight of strangers safe at home
b9664625296цитирует3 года назад
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.
b9664625296цитирует3 года назад
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.
b9664625296цитирует3 года назад
There can be no greater agony, nothing can be more painful than the not knowing, which will never end.
b9664625296цитирует3 года назад
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.