MY BROTHER CAN’T BE DEAD

LOVE AS VIOLENCE VS LOVE AS SOFTNESS

Gate… close.

I absolutely love your quotes so I had a request, if that's okay?

Could you do some about the grief that comes after losing a loved one?

Thank you

Lemony Snicket

C.S. Lewis

Max Porter

Callista Buchen

Ocean Vuong

Raymond Carver

C. S. Lewis

Ocean Vuong

Max Porter

when casey mcquiston wrote “if someone like that ever loved me, it would set me on fire,” when they wrote “he wants to set himself on fire, but he can’t afford for anyone to see him burn.”

when madeline miller wrote “i would know him in death, at the end of the world” and “perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone”

when tamsyn muir wrote “god knows i deserve to die at your hand.” and when she wrote “the whole of her always seemed to come back to gideon… her apocalpyse swifter than the death of the Emperor and the sun” and when she wrote “[harrow] could let herself go, or she could go back to her body, and let her go”

when amal el-mohtar and max gladstone wrote “this letter is a knife at my neck, if cutting’s what you want” and when they wrote “i write to you in stings, red, but this is me, the truth of me, as i do so: broken open by the act, in the palm of your hand, dying.”

when muir wrote “let me tell you a secret: it was easy to die thinking i wouldn’t have to see you go.” when she wrote, “she had not said goodbye. harrow so rarely got to say goodbye.”

when siken wrote, “i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.”

The death of James Carstairs:

And with Tessa held against his chest, her fingers running through his dark hair, James let go. Tears soaked through the thin material of his shirt, as Tessa felt him still beneath her.

A silvery blue, almost iridescent river ran through the darkness of Jem’s mind. Beneath him, his legs moved towards an apparent destination. Emerging in the fog of the river, a tall figure stood by the water’s edge. A figure Jem knew like the back of his hand, a fundamental part of his own soul. A familiar head of blue-black unruly curls turned. Bright blue eyes sparkling with happiness met his own.