“I coddle my heart like a sick child and give in to its every whim.”
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
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“There were days that I spent stressing over what I could’ve done to make you stay. Now I realize that if you truly wanted to stay, you would still be here.”
— tara love
“I want to write a novel about Silence,“ he said; “the things people don’t say.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
“She yells at me again. I know it’s my fault, I do. I wish I could tell her I was sorry. I wish she knew how ashamed I was and I wish I was good enough. I wish I wasn’t just another burden, another regret.”
— tara love / i’m sorry, mom