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“you take every part of me, all of the things you need, then the rest you discard; i look in thе mirror, now i'm just a jigsaw.”


“i’ve changed every part of me, until the puzzle pieces aren’t me, at all; i look in the mirror, now i’m just a jigsaw.”


they say that a person’s personality is the sum of their experiences. but that isn’t true, at least not entirely, because if our past was all that defined us, we’d never be able to put up with ourselves. we need to be allowed to convince ourselves that we’re more than the mistakes we made yesterday. that we are all of our next choices, too, all of our tomorrows. 




“and i don’t think you need to be scared of forgetting me,” the boy says
“no?”
“no. because if you forget me then you’ll just get the chance to get to know me again. and you’ll like that, because i’m actually a pretty cool person to get to know.”


the older i get the more i realize people ain’t for me. it’s so much more peaceful not to be around them.




pазве это не красиво, как мы горим?


“you see, some people are born with a piece of night inside, and that hollow place can never be filled. not with all the good food or sunshine in the world. that emptiness cannot be banished, and so some days we wake with the feeling of the wind blowing through, and we must simply endure it as the boy did.”




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sitting in the corner of your room with a heavy emptiness as you try to feel something.


“we stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. but it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.”


懐かしい




“unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or
suicide or murder, don't do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don't do it. when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you. there is no other way. and there never was.”




“it’s not the endings that will haunt you, but the space where they should lie, the things that simply faded, without one final wave goodbye.”




we’re just strangers passing each other, your anxieties briefly brushing against mine as the fibers of our coats touch momentarily on a crowded sidewalk somewhere. we never really know what to do to each other, with each other, for each other.

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