About wreckage

[Эльза.]

Of all the parts of oneself which could betray you (and they do from time to time) memory feels like the meanest. Not even by forgetting but mostly by remembering and by refusing to let go.

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It was ridiculous to expect I'd sleep better during the holidays. So far i've been sleeping even less and at worse hours.
Woke up early today because it was cold and since then have been have been thinking about "We are all completely fine" and re-reading bits of "No matter the wreckage".
First one wasn't really a good book but something about it has stayed with me and "wreckage" is my precious darling.

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It is hard to stop loving the ocean. Even after it has left you gasping, salty.
Forgive yourself for the decisions you have made, the ones you still call

mistakes when you tuck them in at night. And know this:
Know you are the type of woman who is searching for a place to call yours.

Let the statues crumble.
You have always been the place.

- The Type