Jan 15, 2018
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Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
Fernando Pessoa
Review: The Forgetting Time by Sharon Guskin
Review: The Forgetting Time by Sharon Guskin
Janie’s son, Noah, has always been a little different from other kids his age. Noah remembers quirky little random facts that Janie knows they have never discussed, but more startlingly are his frequent debilitating nightmares, his deathly fear of water and the way he asks about his other mother. When Janie is forced to seek answers to Noah’s behavior, she is introduced to Dr. Anderson, a…
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So I'm just done masturbating, and I'm just lying there, feeling the wonderful orgasm clinging off when I throw an eye on the watch. 11.45. My tram for work goes at 12.08 and I'm not even dressed. And it is among the worst feelings in the world when you have to stress your ass off when you're still sleepy, sticky and high on orgasm endorphins.
That awkward moment when you forget what day, month, year it is.
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I wish we could've gotten over each other at the same time instead.
Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.
Sarah Dessen
Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I'm heavy, like there's too much gravity on my heart.
Sarah Ockler