#playacting

It was a role she was playing . . . And she would play it through to the end.

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Yesterday's gone, and we shall dig its grave.

He, in some senses, was the author of this drama and he had waited in the wings a long while for this moment, when he could step onto the stage and assume the role he’d written for himself: cool but friendly; hesitant; reticent with details; bright, but not as bright as he really was.

It’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automate of characters. And if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soulmate, because we don’t have genuine souls.

(...) Love, waiting, without a word.

for whiteness of snow, I gave this heart