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He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore.
became a psychotherapist because I was fucked up.
unseen, unremembered forces; namely our parents.
Somehow grasping at vanishing snowflakes is like grasping at happiness; an act of possession which instantly gives way to nothing.
It’s funny, I’ve always thought of fear as a cold sensation, but it’s not – it burns like fire.
