Matt Haig, How to Stop Time
[ It made me lonely. And when I say lonely, I mean the kind of loneliness that howls through you like a desert wind. It wasn’t just the loss of people I had known but also the loss of myself. The loss of who I had been when I had been with them. ]
“What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.”
— K.A. Tucker (via quotemadness)
in the words of the great Elizabethan wordsmith William Shakespeare, in Hamlet Act IV Scene V, “When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.” or, in the words of the great Twitter wordsmith @Horse_ebooks,
this is 1947 Cincinnati Enquirer erasure
please do not forget your smash mouth
Know the difference
:))))))
— Meša Selimović
