People die, I think, but your relationship with them doesn't. It continues and is ever-changing.
That's a misconception, Lennie. The sky is everywhere, it begins at your feet.
I don't believe time heals. I don't want it to. If I heal, doesn't that mean I've accepted the world without her?
Reality is crushing. The world is a wrong-sized shoe. How can anyone stand it?
Y hay que ver, esos libros sobre el duelo son una
mierda, todos iguales, una porquería total al cien por cien.
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
She's a people-mechanic and always knows when I'm malfunctioning.