But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.
Albert Camus, The Fall (via nicky-poisonivy)
Tag: words
You are on the floor crying,
and you have been on the floor crying
for days.
And that is you being brave.
That is you getting through it
as best you know how.
No one else can decide
What your tough looks like.
I am destroying myself so other people can’t,“ she said, ” and it’s the worst kind of control but it’s the only form I know.
And that’s where the whole trouble is. We’re too much alike to understand each other because we don’t even understand our own selves.
Sometimes,
all you can do
is lie in bed,
and hope
to fall asleep
before
you fall apart.
William C. Hannan (via weaksorry)
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