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Grief has a warring logic; it always wants something impossible, something worse and something better.
how narrowly we become ourselves and not some adjacent other,
New lovers are always digging their graves and lying down, smiling, scooping the dirt in with their clean hands.
No one wants to believe that they are, at heart, more interested in comfort than in truth.
‘Beware of anything that you hear yourself saying too often.’
we cannot see the full and terrible truth of anyone with whom we closely live. Everything blurs when held too near.
“Our thoughts don’t sit easily in words,”
“the importance of succeeding in life is a noose. It’s nothing but a noose.”
something to sprawl over and enjoy, something to possess?
