Becca ♡ PrettyLittleMemoirs

“To love someone long-term is to attend a thousand funerals of the people they used to be.”
― Heidi Priebe

“And that’s the end,” she
said, and she saw in his eyes, as
the interest of the story died
away in them, something else
take its place; something
wondering, pale, like the
reflection of a light, which at
once made him gaze and marvel.
Turning, she looked across the
bay, and there, sure enough,
coming regularly across the
waves first two quick strokes
and then one long steady stroke,
was the light of the Lighthouse.
It had been lit.

-To The Lighthouse.”
― Virginia Woolf, To the lighthouse

“Pylades: I’ll take care of you.
Orestes: It’s rotten work.
Pylades: Not to me. Not if it’s you.”
― Anne Carson, Euripides

“I can’t lose the thing I’ve held onto for so long, you know?” My face twists up from the pain of pushing it out. “I just really need it to be a love story, you know? I really, really need it to be that.”
“I know,” she says.
“Because if it isn’t a love story, then what is it”? I look to her glassy eyes, her face of wide open empathy. “It’s my life,” I say. “This has been my whole life.”
― Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa