dust & ashes

me when somebody asks me if i was a harry potter kid or a twilight kid

Grief is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

“It’s life that matters, nothing but life – the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.”

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

“Forgive yourself for not knowing what you didn’t know before you learned it.”

“You never forget. It must be somewhere inside of you. Even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. Or the fingers.”

“There are a few great souls in my life. They are not many. They are few. You are one.”