My Heart and Other Black Holes

“You know, Zellie, there are enough broken things in the world. You shouldn’t go around breaking things just for the fun of it.”

You aren’t your dad. And you should stop blaming everyone else for what he did. Yourself included.”

As if simply not talking about something makes it disappear. Newsflash: It doesn’t.

I guess I want to see the world differently

I spend a lot of time wondering what dying feels like. What dying sounds like. If I’ll burst like those notes, let out my last cries of pain, and then go silent forever. Or maybe I’ll turn into a shadowy static that’s barely there, if you just listen hard enough

The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking
new landscapes, but in having new eyes.

—MARCEL PROUST

ve gone from being a bruise to an open festering wound. Evolution isn’t always a positive thing.

It was almost like I was her permanent bruise. Not a painful bruise, but a tender one made of melancholy memories

I remember being furious that she was willing to trade our family “secrets” for popularity, but I’ve finally learned to let it go. Georgia is Georgia, I know what to expect. Anyway, you can’t really blame someone for surviving.

but no matter how gross looking a river is, there’s always something magical about it because it moves. Rivers are never stuck.