From the Bookshelf of petals & paperbacks 𝜗𝜚˚⋆…

“In the meantime, I hope you will find your place, wherever you are. Even in the silence, I hope you will find the words you need to share.”

“In the meantime, I hope you will find your place, wherever you are. Even in the silence, I hope you will find the words you need to share.”

“But time will slowly heal you, as it is doing for me. There are good days and there are difficult days. Your grief will never fully fade; it will always be with you--a shadow you carry in your soul--but it will become fainter as your life becomes brighter. You will learn to live outside of it again, as impossible as that may sound. Others who share your pain will also help you heal. Because you are not alone. Not in your fear or your grief or your hopes or your dreams. You are not alone.”

“I love the words I write until I soon realize how much I hate them, as if I am destined to always be at war within myself.”

"It’s not a crime to feel joy, even when things seem hopeless. Iris, look at me. You deserve all the happiness in the world. And I intend to see that you have it.”

“She has to survive this, Roman thought. He didn’t want to live in a world without her and her words.”

"How do you make your life your own and not feel guilt over it?”

“But just in case you were wondering… I’ll gladly read whatever you write.”

“They would be friends until they both finally acknowledged the truth. And they would have everything that other couples had—the arguments and the hand-holding in the market and the gradual exploration of their bodies and the birthday celebrations and the journeys to new cities and the living as one and sharing a bed and the gradual sense of melting into each other. Their names would be entwined—Roman and Iris or Winnow and Kitt because could you truly have one without the other?”