One kind of person sees a dog lying in the sun, body heaving gently with the breaths captured in smaller ribs, and realises we are not that much different from them.
Another kind of person sees the same dog and mistakes its smaller ribs for a smaller soul.
…been so in love with someone that you become afraid they will die?
(Because no doubt their death would kill you too.)
Grief is the constant and respite from grief is the event.
How is it that the universe can be so vast and tiny at the same time? It expands and recedes, devours and bounds; it grows from a cluster of carbon molecules and collapses in around another person.
I think it’s the most wonderful thing in the world—when the people you love are loved.
I am so obsessed with Sleeping At Last.
That moment in life when you’re reapplying for scholarships on the same platform as the one you used two years ago, and you have to deselect the preloaded section on your father.
In other news, I’m so excited to be in the Land of the Free, to witness all the nuances, hypocrisies and idealisms of the people and establishments.
There are certain blocks of wisdom you gain as you are older, but in situations of grief, I find that we just get more and more practised.