“He’s rich.” When people asked how you took them, how you convinced them away from me. “He’s rich,” I’d say. “He’s rich.” And you don’t understand what the word means. They were young. They only knew appetite, and “Here,” you said, “Come with me. Gorge yourselves.” How could I compete with that? You didn’t feed them though, did you? You starved them. Less and less of them came back each time, until one day they were empty. They were syphoned. You started filling them up with… What did you fill them up with, Roderick? What did you have to fill them with? Because you weren’t rich, were you?
THE FALL OF THE HOUSE OF USHER | 1.08 “The Raven”
the hardest part is when you can't control your emotions anymore. you just suddenly cry and breakdown
Hoverla, Ukrainian Carpathians
Oleksandra Bardash
“That's enough for you? Continued respiration? That's all you have to offer to the world? There's more to life than staying alive.”
Grady Hendrix, The Final Girl Support Group
— Mahmoud Darwish, Palestinian Poet & Writer
May Sarton, "Of Grief", Selected Poems
“I’d much rather have one great person to talk to every night than have several pointless conversations with temporary people.”
— Unknown