Did I help you toward a fate you didn't want, Alaska, or did I just assist in your willful self-destruction?

Oh, Wikipedia, with your tension between those who would share knowledge and those who would destroy it.

So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that's not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren't constantly berating yourself for being sad.

Anything that happens all at once is just as likely to unhappen all at once, you know?

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

It is easy to forget how full the world is of people, full to bursting, and each of them imaginable and consistently misimagined.

The pleasure of remembering had been taken from me, there was no longer anyone to remember with.