April 2010
“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”
—~ Maya Angelou (via girlmeetsdream)
“I was dying, of course, but then we all are. Every day, in perfect increments, I was dying of loss. The only help for my condition, then as now, is that I refused to let go of what I loved. I wrote everything down, at first in choppy fragments; a sentence here, a few words there, it was the most I could handle at the time. Later I wrote more, my grief muffled but not eased by the passage of time. When I go back over my writing now I can barely read it. The happiness is the worst. Some days I can’t bring myself to remember. But I will not relinquish a single detail of the past. What remains of my life depends on what happened six years ago. In my brain, in my limbs, in my dreams, it is still happening.”
—~ ‘How I Live Now’ by Meg Rosoff (via melancholynotes)
“The space between what’s wrong and right is where you’ll find me hiding, waiting for you.”
—~ Dave Matthews
