Laura

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Laura’s Notes & Highlights

Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero

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NATE: We have all the symptoms you listed: the nightmares, the bitterness, the feeling of being lost! DUNIA: I just described any twenty-five-year-old ever, you self-centered twit!

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Laura’s Quotes

“You can tell your story any way you damn well please. It's your solo.”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

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“I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

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“Nightingale"

Did I wound you, mutilate. Take away your voice. Did I cut something from you. Leave you locked in silence?

This is what you do: you sing. Every part of you. Your locks of hair sing, your eyes, your hands, your smile. If I listen closely I can even hear your blood.

Was I the one that took that away?

Go down to the water where we used to swim. Stand under the sky at dawn when the sky is streaked with blood. Open your mouth and shout our secret to the waves. The ocean will be your voice. You won't have to carry anything alone. Little Sister, my Spring, April. Little nightingale. Sant at the edge of the water. Your voice will come back to you. Maybe. If I am silent.”
― Francesca Lia Block, Wasteland

tags: healing, love

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“Each time someone dies, a library burns.”
― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere

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