It is not a thing that you can imagine. It only is. After that, there can be no imagining.

You only get to keep what you refuse to let go of.

...there are only some many times you can utter "It does not hurt" before it begins to hurt even more than the hurt.

It was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn't think about my life at all.

Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her and that for whatever reason she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. table ivory elephant charm rainbow onion hairdo violence melodrama honey...None of it moved her. She addressed the world honestly searching for something deserving of the volumes of love she knew she had within her but to each she would have to say I don't love you.

I have no need for the past, I thought, like a child. I did not consider that the past might have a need for me.

She brushed her eyelashes against his chest.