The Midnight Ace: Diaries of wuh?

Mother, if you really want to know, Yes. I wanted to die for her. I wanted to lay down in the middle of Springfield Avenue and die for her. She is the death I don’t like talking about. The one that I survived. The one that I came crawling out of, fingernails bent back. The one that bagged my groceries and didn’t look at me the right way. I play shadow puppets with her memory; drink champagne until I’m tender. Mother, her—her absence was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever suffered for, ache like a purple gown that trailed behind me when I walked. I was glowing, mother. I was the most elegant loneliness, the most exquisite creature among all of the unloved.

you can either split the silence to curse your blood or find a way to course its flood

Remember not only to say the right thing in the right place, but far more difficult still, to leave unsaid the wrong thing at the tempting moment.

Science side of Tumblr would like to add:

Very little grows on jagged rock. Be ground. Be crumbled, so wildflowers will come up where you are. You’ve been stony for too many years. Try something different. Surrender.