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“when you lose someone who’s your home, you know, you’re only home in the world. and when that happens you think, oh fuck i should have had a back-up home. another person, a place, a thing, something to make me feel safe, and i don’t have that. and now i’m lost.”

how much sorrow can i take?

“all my memories of you ring like tinnitus”

people depict yearning as something beautiful but for me it just hurts.

sometimes i forget how your voice made the house shake and i remember when you helped me sleep that night that spider settled on the ceiling above my head. sometimes i remember the love and forget the fear, but one gentle wave doesn’t stop the tsunami from coming.

there is dust in my mind that spells out your name which i’ve got no strength to remove. this can’t be what friendship is supposed to be.

I love you and it's the only thing I'm really good at.

hope it’s nice where you are

very funny that he acts like this but karen makes ONE phone call and it’s all ‘yes ma’am’ ‘name the time and place ma’am’

forever winter if you go

forever is the sweetest con

you are the softest fire that ever burned me

kiss my melancholy

and now i’m dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming, dreaming of you

please i've been on my knees change the prophecy

— Virginia Woolf

but the heart has its own memory and i have forgotten nothing.