There are memories I am better off without. Things better lost forever.
b1784340806цитирует9 лет назад
Nothing feels real, everything invented. Even myself.
b1784340806цитирует9 лет назад
It’s not life, it’s just an existence, jumping from one moment to the next with no idea of the past, and no plan for the future
asrilarasatiцитирует9 лет назад
‘It’s so difficult, isn’t it? To see what’s going on when you’re in the absolute middle of something? It’s only with hindsight we can see things for what they are.’
Denezhkaцитирует4 года назад
untie the bow
anaislearningцитирует8 лет назад
They glistened in the dim light as though he’d been crying. How much he loves me, I thought. My feeling of guilt intensified. “I’m sorry,”
Hrafnninnarцитирует8 лет назад
club. I must have been pretty wasted. Wasted enough that I don’t remember anything at all. Wasted enough to have gone home with a man with a wedding ring and hairs on his back. I fold back the covers as gently as I can
Hrafnninnarцитирует8 лет назад
can make out little else. The alarm clock looks complicated, but I find a button and manage to silence it
Aureliaцитирует9 лет назад
What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?