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“When I think about how big the universe is, I feel small. I feel like nothing that happens here on earth truly matters. I’m a speck of dust on the timeline of coincidence. When I think like that, things get very dark very fast.
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“It’s pouring. Every drop baptizes me, washing away every ounce of pain I didn’t realize I was carrying.”
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
“But as she stands in front of me smiling, her grin taunts me, filling me with anger and frustration. Her face has become a symbol for everything I’m not. And unfortunately for her, one can’t separate their face from their soul. Nor their soul from their intentions.”
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
“All I ever wanted was peace. I wanted silence. I wanted the truth to be a warm blanket, not a stabbing echo in my ribs. And as I stare down, I begin to seek it. My toes hang off the edge of a bridge, decorated in my busted-up Converse.”
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
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“All I ever wanted was peace. I wanted silence. I wanted the truth to be a warm blanket, not a stabbing echo in my ribs. And as I stare down, I begin to seek it. My toes hang off the edge of a bridge, decorated in my busted-up Converse.”
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
“Her golden hair and freckles danced under the awful fluorescent lights. But she’s the type who would look good under any light in the universe. She was weaved together from a carefully picked thread. God was bored the day he made her and had too much time on his hands.”
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
“As we walk down the street, the sky is on fire. It’s cracked in two right in front of us, perfectly framed by the buildings on each side of the street. I wouldn’t have believed its beauty and colors, but as I turn my head to see if she sees it too, I’m reminded that things that magical really do exist.”
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
“It’s pouring. Every drop baptizes me, washing away every ounce of pain I didn’t realize I was carrying.”
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering
― Seven Thompson & the Art of Remembering