Between Words

I don’t know where the strength went, I don’t remember losing it. I think that over time it got chipped away, bit by bit, by life, by the living of it.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

I make dark things beautiful and beautiful things dark.

i’m not scared of the demons. i’m quite familiar with them. i’m scared of the angels, expecting more than i can provide.

This necklace cost two very fine men their lives. At times I wear it in tribute to their sacrifice. At other times… because it goes with the skirt.

China smiled. “It’s not dogs who case me. It’s wolves. And I’ve led them to your door.” Eliza lost her smile. “Out. Out, get out.” “Too late, I’m afraid. They’re already here.” “Then I’ll throw you to them,” said Scorn, grabbing China’s arm. China whipped her arm free, smacked Scorn across the face and stomped on the back of her leg. Scorn fell to one knee and China’s fingertips dug into either side of her trachea. “You beat me last time because I had grown complacent,” she said softly. “I had lost my edge. But I’ve had a year to get that edge back. Feel how sharp I am, Eliza?”

Do you know why I like you, you dear, sweet man? Because, while you may not have ever loved me, you have never bored me either. That’s a rare quality, and one that I have always found most… attractive.

My tea’s gone cold, I’m wondering why I got out of bed at all - the morning rain clouds up my window and I can’t see at all - And even if I could it’d all be grey, but your picture on my wall - it reminds me that it’s not so bad it’s not so bad

It’s okay to lose yourself for a little while. In books, in music, in art. Let yourself get lost.

No one in my family, not one of my friends or classmates realized that I was going through life asleep. It was literally true: I was going through life asleep. My body had no more feeling than a drowned corpse. My very existence, my life in the world, seemed like a hallucination. A strong wind would make me think my body was about to be blown to the end of the earth, to some land I had never seen or heard of, where my mind and body would separate forever. ‘Hold tight’, I would tell myself, but there was nothing for me to hold on to.

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall.

“When the gods wish to punish us, they answer our prayers”

Empty nights often come with crowded thoughts.