carla muse

“If I go back and I end it
How would I handle driving down your street and it becoming
a
distant memory
not reality
no longer sweet.
Sweet the way it tastes in my mouth to say your name
sweet like when I was young, driving down those roads before
we
were done
before any big battles were lost or won
unbeknownst to everyone
except for you and me.”
― Lana Del Rey, Violet Bent Backwards Over the Grass

“We were predictable to each other, like two halves of the same brain.”
― Sally Rooney, Mr Salary

“For the rest of my life, I will live with my hands outstretched for things that are no longer there.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief

“A friend sends me a line from my novel: 'Grief was the celebration of love, those who could feel real grief were lucky to have loved.' How odd to find it so exquisitely painful to read my own words.”
― Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Notes on Grief