You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.
The words in the image are:
something shared between the two
she opened up he rheart to show
everything she’d ever known
she’s got a crack that’s opened wide
shoving all the dirt inside
she can’t explain the pain she feels
only wanted something real
he’s gone and forced her to pretend.
she’s gone and hurt herself again.
The ‘he’ and ‘she’ are interchangeable, the pain is the same. We are human and feel everything. Beautiful awful pain.
I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach.
Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god.
One of the liberating effects of science fiction when I was a teenager was precisely its ability to tune me into all sorts of strange data and make me realize that I wasn’t as totally isolated in perceiving the world as being monstrous and crazy.
When you want to know how things really work, study them when they’re coming apart.