Tag: Midlife Crisis

Minna sits with the sea inside

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Every abyss has its lullabies

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Trust is fine, but control is better

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To disentangle true from false

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That indefinitely extended requirement that one human being makes upon another

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A small tear in the fabric of reality

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Don’t ever wait for the swallows,

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Nostalgia was like a vine, strangling her, sickly scented

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Look at the colour of it

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She sensed a scream beneath the silence,

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It was the memory of a memory by now—the hallmark of happiness, that scene

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herself held underwater by her hair, snared around auburn-rusted anchor chains

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The taste of the fog was at the back of their throats

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Shut the noise out with your own noise

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material things could be altered by the light, or the absence of light, in which you looked at them

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She looks at him and feels happy, but the happiness is heavy

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each day for almost everyone in the world was a capitulation at some point

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Calling into empty rooms

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