She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, “I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?
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Ernest Hemingway (via stxxz)
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knowing that
there are people
hurting more
than me
doesn’t seem to
cease the pain;
it just makes
the ache open
more unbearable
wounds.
I don’t think you’re being selfish, I think you just don’t know how to deal with this kind of pain.
Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it’s the easiest thing. Unfurl your fingers one by one until your hand is open. But my hand has been clenched into a fist; it’s frozen shut. All of me is frozen shut. And about to shut down completely.
