He drinks and he smokes to forget about me, but at the end of the night, when he’s absolutely wasted and faded, he’s crying over me into another girl’s arms. He is yet again reminded that nothing could take away how much it hurt to lose me. No substance, no drug, nothing. I will always live within his mind and within his heart. It is not a choice. He will have to live with the pain that is the loss of something so great, the best he’ll ever have.
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St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, April 16, 1909
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So Rae Sloane showed up in the very last issue of Kanan and she was EXACTLY as cute as she needed to be
Do not look for my heart any more, the beasts have eaten it.
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The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things it can kill.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Poisonwood Bible (via theliteraryjournals)