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“And sometimes,
I wonder if grief is just this
the quiet falling of things:
no one stays up to mourn.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
I wonder if grief is just this
the quiet falling of things:
no one stays up to mourn.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“I don’t cry anymore
it’s quieter than that.
A kind of erosion,
like cliffs losing pieces to the sea
slowly, constantly,
without anyone noticing.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
it’s quieter than that.
A kind of erosion,
like cliffs losing pieces to the sea
slowly, constantly,
without anyone noticing.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“I write his name in lowercase.
Not out of disrespect,
but because some distances feel softer
when spelled without weight.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
Not out of disrespect,
but because some distances feel softer
when spelled without weight.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“How I sometimes wish to pull you closer and kiss you to oblivion.
Other times all I want is to write you a letter.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
Other times all I want is to write you a letter.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“No one told me
that bitterness can grow on trees
and still feel like home.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
that bitterness can grow on trees
and still feel like home.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“Some loves are beautiful on their own but ruin each other in the same breath.
How coffee and strawberries aren’t meant to belong to the same spoon.
Just meant to make you feel alive in opposite corners of the same morning.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
How coffee and strawberries aren’t meant to belong to the same spoon.
Just meant to make you feel alive in opposite corners of the same morning.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“Maybe these are the very moments we are living our entire lifetime in. What if there is nothing left to talk about tomorrow, we’ll be out of words and apart.'
'I hope we are never out of words then. There should always be at least one word I could say to you randomly.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
'I hope we are never out of words then. There should always be at least one word I could say to you randomly.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
“There is a kind of silence only hospitals understand, the kind that stands in the hallway after you hear 'we did our best' the kind that follows you home, sits at your table and eats with you for the rest of your life.”
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
― A Shelf of Things I Never Said
