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sometimes, you can attempt to make all the difference in the world, and it still is like trying to stem the tide with a sieve.
no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it … some stories just don’t have a happy ending.
When someone leaves you once, you expect it to happen again. Eventually you stop getting close enough to people to let them become important to you, because then you don’t notice when they drop out of your world.
We are a race that sees the Virgin Mary in the cut stump of a tree, that can find God in the twist of a rainbow, that hears Paulisdead when a Beatles song is played backward. The same intricate human mind that makes sense of the nonsensical is the human mind that can believe a fake psychic.
It was almost as if there was a tear in the fabric I was made of, and he was the only color thread that would match to stitch it back up.
A bruise is how the body remembers it’s been wronged.
Hope is a balloon, always just a breath away from being deflated.
‘It’s no small feat, finishing a journey,’ I tell her. ‘But no one ever mentions that once you get there, you still have to turn around and head all the way home.’
