Home Is Where the Bodies Are

by Jeneva Rose

Death reminds us that life isn’t infinite and that one day, our time will come too.

Addiction is exhausting for both the users and the ones they use.

her favorites are her favorites because she hasn’t experienced anything better.

flowers reminded her of life—beautiful, delicate, and short-lived.

But sometimes it’s the bad things in life that make us feel the most alive.

It’s better to be unaware of what you’re missing out on, those things you’ll never have access to and how the one percent lives—especially when you know it’d only be temporary.

Money changes people the same way death does. If you don’t know how to manage every aspect of it, it’ll bring out the worst in you.

Our brain decides what’s most important and retains it—the rest, it just lets go. Song lyrics we remember for years, decades even. Are they important? Most likely not.

After all, time isn’t the only thing that ages us.

What I said was wrong but I’m also right, and she knows it. Sometimes right and wrong are interchangeable.

I’m not sure I’ll ever open it. I’m not even sure if I want to know what’s inside. Final words make things final.

it’s important to remember both the good and the bad because together they keep us grateful and grounded.

There are some things we can’t say out loud, and it’s just easier to write them down.

Her personality has always been all or nothing, which worries me sometimes. Zero or a hundred makes the middle, where everyday life exists, feel like a slump.

I know there’s a fine line between keeping your children grounded and killing their dreams,

“Guilt can eat you slowly or swallow you whole.”

I think when you fall in love with a person and never fall out of love, they always look the same as how you first saw them.

It’s just a place you’re either born in or you stumble upon and wonder, Who could live here? as you pass through.

“It’s the not knowing that kills me. A mixture of hope and grief is toxic, like combining ammonia and bleach. On their own, you can stand it at least for a little while, but together, it’s deadly.”

I think they’re tired of life. Sometimes life gets old before we do.

grief is like an airport. There are no rules or social norms.

Some things you have to wear, like guilt and grief and old jackets left behind by loved ones who’ve passed.

Small towns don’t change. And if they do, it’s gradual, like evolution, something you wouldn’t notice in your lifetime.

“Anger is easy, Rebecca. It’s the most rudimentary of human feelings. Babies experience anger. Psychopaths experience anger. People with little to no brain activity experience anger. But compassion and forgiveness are challenging. They’re the most complex of all the emotions.