När verkligheten brister
En blogg om psykisk ohälsa, och om att stångas med en kronisk depression som gör livet lite mer komplicerat än det borde vara. Välkommen. /SjumilaklivArkiv
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Tag Archives: citat
The Only Exception
Maybe I know, somewhere Deep in my soul That love never lasts And we’ve got to find other ways To make it alone Keep a straight face And I’ve always lived like this Keeping a comfortable, distance And up until … Continue reading
A huge hole
“Alice. You’ve disappeared. Like everything else. Now who else can I talk to? I’m lost. When you left, and he left, you took everything with you. But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It’s like a huge hole … Continue reading
School Supplies
Don’t you love New York in the fall? It makes me wanna buy school supplies. I would send you a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils if I knew your name and address. On the other hand, this not knowing has … Continue reading
Three things
“About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him, and I didn’t know how dominate that part might be, that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and … Continue reading
A small life
“Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life – well, valuable, but small – and sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven’t been brave? So much of what I … Continue reading
I'm just a girl
“I live in Notting Hill. You live in Beverly Hills. Everyone in the world knows who you are, my mother has trouble remembering my name.” -William “I’m also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to … Continue reading
So many somethings
“The odd thing about this form of communication is that you’re more likely to talk about nothing than something. But I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many somethings.” Kathleen Kelly … Continue reading
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